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Confections and Confessions

Hey everyone! Welcome to my part of the new Anilysium Server Collab! The theme for it this time is Confessions! We're doing things a little differently this time combining SFW and NSFW into one collab! Please check out some of the other amazing writers and artists in the collab by following the link!If you like my writing for Kuroo, check out my other stories in his character masterlist!

Finally got it to work!!!

Summary: You've been trying to confess your feelings for Kuroo for quite a while now and with a box of chocolates in hand, knowing it's your last Valentine's Day in college and potentially your last shot, will you be able to gather up enough courage to finally tell him how you feel?

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW 18+ minors dni!,

Smut and fluff, switch!reader and switch!Kuroo, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, fingering, handjobs, marking dirty talk, biting, hair pulling, nipple play, overstimulation

6.1K words

You stared down at the box in your hands, fingers fiddling idly with the ribbon as you heaved a sigh and leant back against the cool brick of the building behind you. There was nothing wrong with the box itself and the confection inside was rather masterful if you did say so yourself. The big heart of swirled chocolates and raspberry filling slightly on the bitter side just the way you knew he liked it and accompanied by the most adorable little kitten face shaped filled chocolates and bits of chocolate dipped fruit.

It was rather good and had taken you literal hours to complete. You’d thought if you made it then you’d be more invested and actually, finally manage to confess your feelings to the guy you’d liked for what felt like forever. Unfortunately, it hadn’t seemed to help your resolve at all. Your last class had just ended for the day and you were sure Kuroo was long gone, back to the dorms no doubt, along with the small pile of chocolates he’d received from female classmates throughout the day.

It was that pile that had ultimately intimidated you out of giving him your own gift. Kuroo was a great guy, sure he liked to tease, but he was ultimately rather sweet despite an initially intimidating appearance, and smart and incredibly handsome. You’d met him your first day of college orientation when the two of you had collided each looking for your respective dorms and been friends ever since.

You’d realized about six months in that you had feelings for the smart mouthed jerk and been left floundering around about what to do about it. You were almost positive he didn’t return your feelings. Sure he flirted, but Kuroo flirted with pretty much everyone so much you weren’t actually sure he was aware he was doing it.

The one time you’d asked he’d been squaring up against a rival of his from his high school days, the two of them sniping at one another. You’d asked Mika, the girlfriend of said rival if it was just you that was confused if they were fighting or flirting. Mika, and Kenma, Kuroo’s best friend who you’d been promptly introduced to after meeting had both snorted, and then started cackling with laughter not unusual for Mika, but a drastic departure for Kenma who was usually pretty quiet and reserved. It was so unusual that you almost missed Kuroo’s choking, sputtering denials, mixed as they were with Suguru’s gagging noises of horror.

Kenma had told you later that Kuroo was just like that apparently, though he hadn’t always been. You’d listened gleefully to him tell all kinds of stories from the days of shy Kuroo while the man in question moaned in the background that he never should’ve introduced the two of you.

Surprisingly despite this flirty nature Kuroo had never had a girlfriend throughout the now nearly four years of college you’d spent together despite being rather popular and if he’d had any one night stands he’d been discreet enough you’d never noticed.

You’d had a couple one night stands yourself trying to escape your feelings, but always felt inexplicably guilty afterwards as if you were somehow cheating even though you weren’t together and probably never would be. A couple of times you’d thought maybe, maybe, there was something there and he felt something for you two, a few times when you’d thought he was going to kiss you, but later turned out to be all in your head.

You were going to be graduating soon, in just another month or so, and then you’d be leaving both college and him behind. You both had jobs lined up, he was going to work for the Japanese Volleyball Association the way he’d always dreamed and you were going off to your dream job too. While you were sure the two of you would remain friends it still felt like the end of an era, like this might be one of the last few times you had to confess your feelings and at least clear the air so you could move on from them properly.

You’d called yourself ten kinds of coward as you tried to muster up the courage to confess and still hadn’t been able to do it, one more failure to add to the pile you supposed.

You blinked back tears of frustration as you let your head fall back against the brick, sinking to the ground and heaving a despondent sigh

“So this is where you are, kitten!” the familiar teasing tone nearly jolted you out of your skin. You’d thought Kuroo had gone home, apparently you weren’t actually that lucky.

You blinked rapidly, trying desperately to clear the moisture from your eyes and trying to figure out a way to discreetly hide the box in your hands. Unfortunately, Kuroo had always been highly observant and quick on the uptake. Usually he was pretty good at putting two and two together, but luckily this time he was missing a critical piece of information, which meant he ended up at five instead.

“Something wrong kitten?” he asked his voice immediately losing the teasing lilt as he crouched down next to you, peering worriedly into your face as he demanded, “Some idiot guy I need to take a swing at for breaking your heart?”

You huffed a laugh, unable to help it trying not to think about the irony of the situation as you waved his worries away, “No, no I’m just being an idiot as usual.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Kuroo told you firmly, jokes cast aside as he examined you as if looking closely might give him the ability to pluck what was bothering you from your mind, hazel eyes kind and serious. It was a side of him only his close friends got to see, this sweet, serious side and one of the reasons you were so stupidly in love with him.

“Any person who can’t see how amazing you are doesn’t deserve any of your tears kitten,” he continued firmly.

“Good thing the tears are for me then,” you quipped back, though you sighed afterwards and admitted, “I’m not sad Tetsu just frustrated, and not with the guy either, but with me.”

“So there is a guy,” he pointed out sullenly, clearly latching on to only one part of what you’d said in his protective fury. It would’ve been sweet if the guy in question wasn’t him and you were pretty sure he only felt protective as your friend.

“Yeah, a guy I didn’t have the guts to confess to,” you retorted with a sigh of frustration, shaking the box of chocolates at him for emphasis.

“Oh…” he told you, looking rather dumbfounded.

“Yeah oh,” you echoed with a huff, rolling your eyes as he shrugged his bag off his shoulder and plopped down beside you on the cold cement. Thankfully the weather was actually unseasonably warm if chilly for February, and his body heat felt nice next to you, something he obviously noticed as he slung an arm around your shoulders.

“So why didn’t you confess then kitten? Tell doctor Kuroo all your troubles,” he encouraged with a friendly grin.

You snorted, partly in amusement and partly in self-depreciation. How low could you get that you had to vent about the person you wanted to confess to, to that self-same person? Still it might feel nice to get it off your chest, a sort of confession after all even if it would be entirely indirect.

“I told you I’m just a coward,” you told him with a self-depreciating smile, prevocating for the moment and wondering if he’d let it go.

“I don’t believe that,” he answered honestly, “Come on kitten, what is it? Afraid he doesn’t like you back right? If you tell me who it is I can definitely help. I’ve got a good eye for this kind of thing and make an excellent wingman.”

“Kenma would disagree,” you informed him bluntly.

“Yeah well he got with the jumping bean in the end didn’t he?” Kuroo grumbled, clearly not wanting to relive that particular memory, “besides Kenma even admitted he needs a push sometimes.”

“Yeah well what about Bokuto? Or Tsukishima?” you listed off, naming others he’d supposedly “helped”.

“Those worked out too in the end!” he protested vehemently, shooting you a wounded look, before scolding, “And don’t change the subject kitten we’re not talking about them we’re talking about you.”

It figured he saw right through you, just one more thing you loved about the giant dork. Deciding you needed to at least throw him a bone you confessed, “It’s less of a ‘not sure he likes me back’ thing and more of a ‘don’t want to ruin the friendship’ kind of thing.”

“We’ve been friends for a while now, but I’ve been a little in love with him for what feels like forever,” you continued mouth apparently deciding to run without permission now that you’d started, “And I don’t want to lose what we have or make things awkward for him, and I definitely don’t want him to accept my feelings out of some kind of obligation as my friend either because that would be even worse than being rejected.”

“Ah, one of those types I see,” Kuroo acknowledged nodding sagely, “Well I guess the only thing I can say to that is if they’re really your friend, if they don’t return your feelings they won’t let something like that get in the way of your friendship.”

“What I mean to say is go for it,” he elaborated with a hesitant smile that somehow didn’t feel like it reached his eyes, “Because while it might be awkward for a little while, if your friendship is strong you’ll both get over it and maybe in a year or two you’ll laugh about it together.”

“That’s… actually pretty good advice,” you told him a little surprised. Kuroo may have been sweet and smart but a relationship guru who almost certainly wasn’t given his previously listed disasters.

“Yeah, I got it from Akaashi so it’s pretty reliable,” he confessed with a sheepish grin, running his fingers through his bangs.

You laughed and his smile widened slightly, eyes softening with fondness as he ruffled your hair and told you, “And if he doesn’t want your chocolates I will gladly take them as payment for passing on such sage wisdom.”

“Really?” you demanded with an incredulous laugh, “Didn’t you get plenty of chocolate earlier? You’ll rot your teeth!”

“Ah I gave it all away,” he told you with a casual shrug, turning away to look up at the sky as if giving away all that chocolate and all the girls’ hard work was a casual thing.

“Tetsu!” you half-scolded half-laughed. A part of you felt bad for all those girls whose feelings he apparently didn’t care for, but the selfish part of you was kind of glad too that he wouldn’t accept their feelings. It shouldn’t give you hope, but it did.

“What?” he teased, a smirk crossing his lips as he turned to look at you again, “You know I don’t like white chocolate, and besides I didn’t really want it anyway.”

You huffed in exasperation but didn’t argue. He was right in a way, he hadn’t asked them to make it for him, and he really didn’t like white chocolate, which a lot of girls used for their chocolates to make them pretty. You’d heard him arguing more than once that it shouldn’t even be called chocolate at all and had heard drunk Kuroo insist it was a disgrace to chocolate everywhere, which was ridiculous if rather cute.

“But enough about me, shouldn’t you be going to confess to your friend? Valentine’s Day will be over soon, and if you don’t confess my heartfelt pep talk will be for nothing,” he told you cheerfully, climbing to his feet and dusting off his pants, holding his hand out for you to do the same.

You stared at his hand for a second, heart racing in your chest. This was it then, you really had to do this, because he’d even said it himself, if your friendship was strong than it would survive this little hiccup just fine and you could finally get an answer one way or another and stop pining like an idiot.

You took his hand and let him haul you to your feet, but didn’t release his hand just yet as you tried to reassure yourself one last time, “Do you really believe that Tetsu? That two people can still be friends if one of them confesses.”

“I do, or at the very least I’d like to believe it is, as I wouldn’t actually know myself,” he told you with a smile that looked almost sad, “Let me know how it works out for you okay? So I know for sure in the future, and I’ll always be here too you know?”

“Guess we’re about to find out,” you told him releasing a shaky breath and steeling your nerves as you reminded him, “Don’t forget you said it okay?”

“Sure,” he told you releasing your hand slowly, “good luck, kitten.”

“Here,” you told him abruptly, thrusting the box of chocolates at him before you could lose your nerve, trying to ignore how your hands were shaking.

“I really like you Kuroo Tetsurou,” you told him, trying to be as clear as possible, “And I have for a long time. It’s okay if you don’t return my feelings I just really wanted you to know.”

You stood there with the chocolates held outstretched for what felt like hours as he stared at you, hazel eyes huge in his face, clearly shocked to the core.

“Um, Tetsu this is the part where you say something,” you prompted your voice coming out more wobbly than you’d like as you warned, “And remember you said we could still be friends because I might really cry if…”

You were cut off as you let out a yip of surprise as he bypassed the chocolates entirely and scooped you into his arms, cradling you close. The chocolates you’d spent hours on were probably being squished between you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you rested your head on his shoulder, your free hand wrapping around his waist as you clung to him.

You weren’t entirely sure what was going on, but were reassured nonetheless that he wasn’t disgusted or anything like that, but you still wanted an answer of some kind, which prompted you to prod gently, “Tetsu I’m not really sure what this means and I really would like an answer.”

“Fuck,” he swore vehemently, startling you and making your heart sink for a second until he continued, “Give me a minute to comprehend here kitten. I thought the woman I’ve been in love with for the past four years was about to walk off, confess to someone else and break my heart. Promise I’ll be good to go in a second.”

“You’re in love with me?” you repeated, not quite comprehending the words even as you said them, shocked to your core.

“Wasn’t it obvious?” he asked, with a wry chuckle even as he pulled back slightly to look at you, cupping your cheek in one of his large palms, “I tried to tell you so many times, I even almost kissed you a couple of them.”

“You should’ve,” you told him, almost absently, thinking back on all those times you’d thought were wishful thinking, but apparently weren’t all in your head after all.

“Yeah?” he asked you his voice a deep rumble in his chest as he tilted your face towards him locking eyes with you, “How about I make it up to you now.”

You hummed in agreement tilting your face up in clear invitation, one he eagerly accepted, lowering his face to yours. The first brush of his lips on yours was tentative, but it still sent sparks down your spine even as his mouth slotted more firmly against yours.

The feeling of him wasn’t something you felt could be put to words, other than a strong sense of rightness, and a surge of relief almost as if you were finally coming home. The sweet push pull of his lips on yours was enough to make the world fall away, a dizzying rush that you never wanted to end as you clung to him, fingers twisted into the fabric of the sweatshirt he was wearing.

At the first soft brush of his tongue on your lower lip you immediately parted them eager to welcome him in, to taste him. Heat was licking up your spine, desire surging through you hot and fast. You’d always known Kuroo was attractive, but had never allowed yourself to feel too attracted to him, locking it down along with your feelings for him.

Now though it was running wild and you wanted nothing more than to finally feel him to have him in every sense of the word and it felt like you could never get close enough. You wanted to touch him, and have him touch you and found yourself frustrated that one of your hands was preoccupied still holding the chocolates.

Unfortunately before you could decide whether to drop them or not Kuroo pulled back. You whined quietly at the loss chasing his mouth with your own, and he let you for a few seconds before pulling back again.

“Come on kitten,” he urged even as both of you fought for breath, “Let’s take this somewhere warmer and a bit more private hmm?”

You immediately agreed and took the hand he offered without hesitation, shyly lacing your fingers together with his for the first time. The smile he gave you when you did was so full of tender affection it made you wonder how you could’ve been so blind as to not realize just what he felt for you.

You let him lead you back to his place, aware he lived alone and didn’t have a roommate to bother anymore now that Kenma had bought his own place. You almost discarded to box of chocolates, which had seen better days after being squished between the two of you, but Kuroo insisted on holding on to it, assuring you it would still taste the same.

You sure hoped so, as you dropped it almost the second you made it to Kuroo’s apartment and the door clicked shut behind you. You’d practically thrown yourself at him, eager to get back to what you’d been doing before, not that he seemed to mind, just as eager as you were to have his lips back on yours.

The two of you stumbled around trying to kick your shoes off and still remain connected at the mouth, his warm hands steadying on your hips as you twined his hair through your fingers the two of you both laughing in a combination of giddiness and amusement as you stumbled toward his bedroom, shedding all your outer layers on the way leaving a no doubt messy trail behind you.

Not that you cared, not when you finally had him so close, your chest pressed to his, your arms around his neck and tongue tangling with his. Later you’d wonder how you made it to his bedroom without tripping over something and falling flat on your faces, but for now you were too focused on the ripple of his muscles as he pulled his shirt off up over his head, revealing the muscular torso you’d only gotten a few glimpses of before.

You were almost salivating as you sat perched on the edge of the bed, your own hands fumbling with the button of your jeans while your eyes glued to him, unable to look away. He shot you a smirk as he dropped the shirt to the floor, all masculine satisfaction and predatory intent, no doubt reading the lust clear on your face as he swiftly knelt at your feet, warm hands tracing their way from knee to thigh with a heat you could feel even through your jeans as he leaned in to kiss you again.

You accepted readily one of your hands tangling in his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp as your other hand smoothed over the warm bare skin of his shoulder and down his back as you pulled him close. A happy hum escaped his lips as his hands went to finish the job yours had started, clever fingers undoing the button and zipper easily before he hooked his fingers into the waist band, using the other hand to brace the small of your back and help you lift your hips as he tugged them down your thighs in an impressive display of strength and coordination.

You immediately snaked your legs around his torso, pulling him in close. Your body was thrumming with heat and desire as you tugged at his hair, pulling your mouth away from his for a second so you could pull your own shirt over your head eager for more skin on skin. He didn’t make it easy, his hot mouth trailing along your jaw and down your neck, kissing, nipping, and suckling at the sensitive skin with an intensity that made you feel as if he was trying to devour you enticing a shuddering gasp from your lips.

Dragging yourself away from that took all your will power, but it was worth it for the hot look in his eyes as he saw what you were wearing underneath. You’d worn your favorite set of fancy lingerie in the hopes it would give you courage and quietly patted yourself on the back for that particular decision.

“That for me kitten?” he asked, voice rough with desire as he slid warm palms down your sides eyes raking over your body like he couldn’t decide where to look first.

“Wore it so I could confess to you so I suppose yes,” you admitted, the heat in his eyes making you bold as you tilted yourself back, bracing your hands behind you so your chest was thrust forward, “You like it Tetsu?”

“Like might be a bit of an understatement kitten,” he rasped, his hands frantically undoing his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. You squeaked and then let out a pleased giggle as he pounced on you like the cat you’d always thought he was, pinning you back against the bed.

A gasp left your lips as he traced his warm mouth over your collarbones, kissing and biting at them before nuzzling his face between your breasts, tracing his tongue over the lace cups as his warm hands skimmed down your sides before coming up to cup your breasts his thumbs teasing your peaked nipples through the thin layer.

“Tetsurou,” you moaned tangling your fingers in his hair as he latched on to one of the peaked nubs through the lace, his other hand sliding down your belly to cup your mound easing between your legs and finding the dampness there as he teased you over the silken scrap of fabric.

“That’s it kitten,” he purred at you, “Moan my name, only my name, my precious kitten.”

“Want you Tetsurou,” you told him unashamed, “Want you so bad.”

“I’m yours, fuck all yours,” he assured you, “Gonna fuck you so good kitten, show you you’re mine.”

You didn’t get the chance to reply, words flying completely from your mind as he slid your panties aside and slipped his clever fingers inside you, sliding it in easily thanks to how wet you were for his palm at just the right place to tease your clit as you rocked your hips in time to the thrusting of his fingers.

His mouth latched on to your neck, suckling and biting in a way that you just knew was going to leave you with a wealth of marks in the morning and finding you didn’t care a bit as one finger became two and he carefully stretched and prepped you.

You tugged at his hair, unable to help yourself, and he moaned in response, the sound making you clench around his probing fingers and a distant part of you made note that Kuroo seemed to like getting his hair pulled.

The sound as he pulled his fingers from your core was utterly obscene and your probably would’ve blushed if you weren’t distracted by the way he brought his fingers to his mouth, breathing in your scent and then licking them clean, a teasing glint in his eyes as he held your gaze and hummed in pleasure at the taste.

It was too much for you and you shoved him, the sudden move surprising him enough that you were able to roll the two of you over despite him being both bigger and stronger than you.

“Kitten’s got claws huh?” he teased, though it came out so breathy it was hard to take him seriously.

“Claws and teeth,” you affirmed leaning down to press your mouth to the junction of his shoulder, scraping said teeth against his skin for emphasis and sucking at the spot you’d chosen. You figured if you were going to wear his marks tomorrow he might as well wear yours too, after all it wasn’t fair if you were the only one.

The sound he made in response probably would’ve ruined your panties if they weren’t already sopping wet, and you hummed in pleasure in response kissing a path down his bare chest, sliding yourself downwards and running your hands over every inch of his warm skin you could reach, savoring the feel of him beneath your palms the way you’d been dreaming for the last four years.

“You’re so fucking hot Tetsu,” you murmured almost to yourself as you kissed over his chest teasing one of his nipples into hardness with your tongue.

“Not, so bad yourself Kit-nnngh,” he cut off as you engulfed the pebbled nipple in your mouth your hand playfully teasing and tugging at the opposite bud. Your core was pressed right up against his arousal and you could feel how hard he was through the tight black boxer briefs he was wearing, and you ground yourself against it, enjoying the feel of his length against your folds, though you noticed with some disappointment that there was definitely too much fabric in the way.

You immediately set out to rectify the problem releasing his swollen nipple from your mouth, and sitting up figuring you might as well get rid of the bra while you were at it, long practice making it easy to undo as you continued to grind your needy core over his clothed dick.

Kuroo’s eyes were nearly glowing with desire under his bangs, as he watched your every move, his chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat that caught the light every time he sucked in a shuddering breath, quiet moans and curses falling from his lips.

You lifted yourself up off of him in order to wriggle out of your panties as he watched you, the look in his eyes so hot you felt as if you could actually feel it burning into you. He eagerly lifted his hips when you moved to remove his own underwear, and you paused for a moment to run a teasing fingertip over the rigid outline of him, swirling your finger against the damp spot where he was clearly leaking through the fabric, earning an almost pained moan from him.

You took pity on him and divested him of the last of his clothing, finally leaving him bare to your eyes. He was perfect, his length long and thick, the red tip weeping precum, smearing it all over his bare stomach as it twitched under your hot gaze.

You met his eyes and licked your lips, then slowly licked a stripe up your palm in return for his own teasing earlier and reached down to take him in hand, running your palm up and down his length before curling your fingers around him beginning to pump your hand slowly up and down his length, using your thumb to tease the mushroomed head and to swirl his precum around the tip.

A part of you really wanted to keep going like that, to see how long you could tease him until he snapped, but it would have to wait for another time. You were too desperate now that you had his heavy length in your palm to know what it would feel like inside you, stretching and filling you to the brim.

You lifted yourself up so you could tease the tip through your damp folds, fully intending to sink down on him, when warm palms came up to clasp your thighs, holding you in place for the moment.

“Condom?” Kuroo breathed, sounding almost pained at the fact that he’d had to stop you, releasing one of your thighs to point at the drawer of the bedside table.

“I have an implant,” you informed him, taking a moment to bless your gynecologist as you asked, “Good enough?”

“Yep that’s good,” he repeated a little dazedly.

You smirked at him before sinking yourself down on his hard length savoring every inch of him until you bottomed out. You weren’t worried about STDs, Kuroo wasn’t the kind of guy that would ever take risks and you knew you were clean. Plus there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to feel it when he came inside you.

“Fuck!” Kuroo swore as his hand flew back to your hip and squeezing hard enough you were sure he’d leave fingerprint shaped bruises, not that you cared a bit considering how lost in ecstasy you were at the feeling of having him inside you.

He felt amazing, just enough stretch to leave you feeling full to your core without it being painful, and without the condom you could feel every inch rubbing deliciously inside you.

“So wet and tight,” he praised, his voice a rough rasp as you began to rock your hips, slowly testing out the motion grinding down on him and circling your hips to find the best possible angle. He met you thrust for thrust, hips lifting off the bed as if he couldn’t bear to be anything but buried in your core, fingertips digging into your hips nearly desperately.

You impaled yourself eagerly on his cock, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the room along with the sounds of your combined moans as each stroke sent you hurtling higher, your core clenching involuntarily around him every time you managed to find the right angle to have his stroking your sensitive inner walls in just the right way earning filthy curse words and rasping moans from his throat as he let you take from him.

Sparks of pleasure were rippling through your core and your hands went to your breasts teasing your peaked nipples as you frantically chased your end, which came in a rush of overwhelming sensation and pleasure, your back arching as you choked out his name. He remained inside you, still hard and throbbing you wanted nothing more than to keep going but your legs weren’t up to holding your weight after such a mind-blowing orgasm and you knew it.

“Tired kitten? Those teeth and claws of yours all worn out?” he asked, the teasing lilt to his voice driving you up the wall as you tried to decide if you continue but ultimately failing to muster up the strength, choosing instead to tighten your walls around around him, earning a pleasured hiss from the man underneath you.

“Tetsu,” you cooed at the man underneath you, leaning down so you could nip at his ear, hands caressing his chest as you blew lightly on his neck, smirking at the goosebumps that rolled over his skin as you hissed in his ear, “Stop teasing and fuck me Tetsurou.”

“Bossy kitten,” he huffed with clear amusement, but didn’t give you time to retort as he easily rolled you over, settling himself easily between your thighs and rolling his hips in just the right way to make you mewl.

“This what you want kitten?” he urged, each word emphasized by a deep thrust of his hips making your legs quake all over again, “You want me to fuck you like this?”

“Oh fuck, yes,” you agreed immediately, your voice more of a pleading whine now that you were getting what you wanted, “Fuck me just like that Tetsu.”

“What’s the magic word kitten?” he teased holding himself still inside you, and wearing the smirk you both loved and hated in equal measure.

A part of you wanted to hold out, but you knew you couldn’t not for long anyway, not when you needed him so badly, though you swore silently to yourself that you’d make him pay later.

“Please Tetsu?” you begged, figuring if you were caving to his demands you might as well go all out, “please fuck me?”

“Fuck, kitten, anything for you,” he told you, in a manner that was probably supposed to be teasing but came out more vehement than expected as he began to thrust in earnest, one of his hands sliding down to play with your swollen clit as his mouth found yours in a sloppy kiss.

You keened into his mouth as his clever fingers teased in just the right way your second orgasm just as strong as the first, your nails digging into the skin of his back in an effort to ground yourself.

The feeling of it proved to be too much for him to as his hips sped to an almost frantic pace for a brief few seconds before he sheathed himself to the hilt, letting you feel ever twitch and spurt of cum as he painted your walls, filling you with his cum a primal sounding groan escaping from his lips as he did.

It felt like the moment was suspended in time for a second, blissful and perfect before he carefully rolled off you though he pulled you with him so you were both laying on your sides facing one another. You reached for him nearly automatically sweeping his sweaty bangs away from his forehead and feeling overwhelmingly affectionate, practically aching with it.

He caught your hand and pressed a quiet kiss to the palm of it, staring into your eyes with utter adoration and a hint of disbelief written clear on his face, as if he couldn’t quite believe that had just happened. You were having a hard time as well, it felt a bit like a dream, one you never wanted to end.

“I love you,” he told you, the words taking you by surprise, something that clearly showed as he hurriedly went on to say, “Maybe it’s too early to say it, but I know how I feel and this time I’m not waiting for the right moment or for one of us to find our courage, it’s only right I say it first this time, since you were the one strong enough to confess. You don’t have to say it back just yet I just…”

You cut him off with a gentle finger to his lips, “I love you too Kuroo Tetsurou and it’s not too soon, if anything it feels long overdue. I’ve been in love with you for at least three years now after all.”

“Just three years?” he teased, though the sheer relief on his face gave away how he was truly feeling, “I’ve been in love with you practically from the moment we met.”

“You mean when you literally rammed into me when we were looking for our dorms because I was running around like a madwoman and you weren’t looking where you were going?” you asked wryly.

“What can I say you made a very attractive madwoman, and our meeting was explosive at least,” he replied with a grin.

“If by explosive you mean painful then yes,” you agreed with a laugh, “you knocked me clean off my feet.”

“Hey now, I’m trying to be romantic here,” he told you playfully, “Stop ruining it.”

“Oh romantic is it?” you teased before telling him, “I really do love you Kuroo, Tetsurou. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“I love you too kitten,” he assured you, gently caressing your face and promising, “Now and forever. Happy Valentine’s Day my love.”

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[jayeray-twst]

Kinktober 2021

Hey everyone! So I know it's early, but I need to start now if I'm going to do this! I actually don't want to write for this, because I want to focus on art for a while! However I do want you all to be able to participate too and help choose, so here's how it's going to work.

1) Choose a day and a character (note some prompts may require more than one character so if it does make sure to send in two!) and send in your request either via ask or dm.

2) They must be Haikyuu (or TWST) characters. I will not be taking OCs in this particular project.

3) Requests are on a first come first served basis, and the list will be filled out as days are claimed.

4) No character can be requested more than twice! (I might make some exceptions for some of my favorite characters, but it will depend on your requests)

5) As this is NSFW Minors Do NOT interact please and thank you!

6) I reserve the right to turn down the request if I don't feel inspired to draw it (if you want to be sure I will, make sure you refer to my rules to see which characters I prefer and which I don't like)

7) Art will (hopefully) be posted on the specified day in October! Thanks for helping me out everyone!

As some of you may know I have a Haikyuu blog. It's my original and what I honestly spend most of my time on because as much as I love TWST Haikyuu was my first real love.

I opened this on that blog because I have more followers and figured I'd get more asks over there. Apparently I was wrong to think they'd fill it out (it's been a couple weeks) so I'm opening it up to you guys, as you seem much more responsive, and because thinking about it I do want to draw some TWST characters! So here's the list!

Day 1 - Medical Kink - Akaashi Keiji (HQ)

Day 2 - Oral - Riddle Rosehearts (TWST)

Day 3 - Shower/bath - Jade Leech (TWST)

Day 4- Semi-Public Sex - Floyd Leech (TWST)

Day 5 - Striptease - Azul Ashengrotto (TWST)

Day 6 - A/B/O - Bokuto Koutarou (HQ)

Day 7 - Anal - Sakusa Kiyoomi (HQ)

Day 8 - Creampie/Keeping Quiet - Hirugami Sachirou (HQ)

Day 9 - Toys - Deuce Spade (TWST)

Day 10 - Lingerie - Jamil Viper (TWST)

Day 11 - Temperature Play - Idia Shroud (TWST)

Day 12 - Begging/Edging - Silver (TWST)

Day 13 - Somnophilia - Oikawa Tooru and Miya Atsumu (HQ)

Day 14 - Phone/Communicator/Letter Sex - Shirabu Kenjirou (HQ)

Day 15 - Incest/Pseudo-Incest - Miya Twins (HQ)

Day 16 - Impact Play - Kageyama Tobio (HQ)

Day 17 - Monster/Demon Fucking - Kuroo Tetsurou (HQ)

Day 18 - Clothed/Making Out/Marking - Goshiki Tsutomu (HQ)

Day 19 - Against a Wall - Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime (HQ)

Day 20 - Thigh Riding - Ojirou Aran and Kita Shinsuke (HQ)

Day 21 - Protective/Possessive - Suna Rintarou (HQ)

Day 22 - Touch-starved - Malleus Draconia

Day 23 - Shibari - Lilia VanRouge

Day 24 - Choking/Spanking - Yaku Morisuke and Haiba Lev (HQ)

Day 25 - Threesome - Miya Osamu and Suna Rintarou (HQ)

Day 26 - Frottage/Dry Humping - Kozume Kenma and Yaku Morisuke (HQ)

Day 27 - Fingering/Handjob/Dirty Talk - Tsukishima Kei and Kuroo Tetsurou (HQ)

Day 28 - Knife Play - Tendou Satori (HQ)

Day 29 - Masturbation - Ace Trappola (TWST)

Day 30 - Blindfold/Bondage - Haiba Lev (HQ)

Day 31 - Roleplay - Idia Shroud (TWST)

#JayeRaySpice #kinktober 2021 #make your requests please! #i'm looking forward to this whole series so much!

[jayeray-hq]

Deal With a Devil

Hey everyone! Welcome to my part of the new NSFW Anilysium Server Collab! The theme for it this time is Halloween! Please check out some of the other amazing writers and artists in the collab by following the link! I'm a little late this time sorry!!! 🙇🏻‍♀️😖😭

If you like my writing for Kuroo, check out my other stories in his character masterlist!

Summary: You get dragged into a demonic summoning ritual on Halloweeen and somehow end up in a Deal with a Devil.

10.9K+ Words

General Warnings: Swearing, NSFW 18+ minors dni!, Demon Summoning Ritual, mentions of past rape/non-con (but none in story), mentions of death/murder/selling your soul, relationship negotiations, mentions of demon babies

NSFW Warnings: Smut and a bit of fluff, monster fucking, demon!Kuroo, switch!reader and switch!Kuroo, slight somnophilia (Could maybe be classed dubcon but is actually enthusiastically consented to), brief/minor choking, degradation/praise, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, biting, hair pulling, nipple play, overstimulation, strange dick, slight cock-warming, very mild blood play (vampire type stuff), breeding kink

“Why did I let you talk me into this again?” you asked your friend, keeping your voice low as you eyed your surroundings dubiously.

It was Halloween and still fairly early in the evening, the sun was just about to set, and both you and she were dressed to kill in costumes that made you feel utterly sexy. You’d been looking forward to a night out, to cutting loose and having fun, barhopping or maybe finding a nice club to dance the night away in. Unfortunately your friend had other plans.

She’d always been into the occult, absolutely one of those who believed in things like demons and ghosts without question. She was superstitious as hell, refusing to step on cracks in the sidewalk, zealously avoiding ladders, refusing to kill ladybugs, and practically barricading herself inside her room whenever Friday the 13th rolled around. The one time she’d accidentally broken a mirror she’d been near hysterical and had gone to get herself cleansed.

You weren’t nearly as wary as she was, and were far more skeptical of the supernatural, finding her a bit too needlessly dramatic over things you personally viewed as inconsequential and silly. Still she was a good friend outside of that, and it wasn’t hurting you or her to let her believe as she pleased so you let it go and simply indulged or ignored her little habits.

Which was how you somehow found yourself here, not scouting a nice bar or standing in line for a club, but in the middle of a forest clearing, your nice heels sinking into the dirt as you desperately tried not to roll an ankle.

“You said you were having a dry spell, right?” she sassed, though she kept the words quiet so as to not disturb the other women who were shuffling around the clearing, making preparations, drawing strange lines and symbols on the grass with a black tarry looking substance, “Well this is going to put an end to that!”

It was true you’d broken up with your boyfriend months ago, the two of you parting on amicable terms, the spark of your relationship having simply died out and while you’d had a few dates since, there hadn’t been any sort of chemistry with them, definitely nothing that made you want to bring them home with you even just for a one night stand. Thus you’d been making do with your good friend Mr. Rabbit but it was nowhere near as fulfilling as you knew a partner could be.

“And how is this supposed to do that exactly?” you asked her skeptically as you eyed the candles that were being placed around the circle, “Wouldn’t being at a club and finding a nice man to dance with be more productive?”

“Madame Carver says this ritual will increase your drives and fulfill your desires,” your friend told you excitedly, practically bouncing in place, “Apparently it will help with just about anything you want to do. I personally, am hoping it helps me with finishing my stupid Thesis at long last.”

You don’t get the chance to ask her just who this Madame Carver is as a woman approaches and passes both of you red candles before ushering you into a place around the circle they’ve created. You’re not sure how they’re arranging people, but you end up separated from your friend, standing between two strangers.

A quick glance around the circle shows that everyone present is female, and while some are clearly eager, some nervous, others, the ones you relate to most, look just as skeptical as you feel about this whole thing, which does make you feel better. Honestly, you feel more than a bit ridiculous, but for your friend’s sake you’ll stay and get whatever the hell this is over with so you can go out and actually enjoy yourself without her sulking about missing it. Personally you think heightened desires isn’t exactly what you’re looking for at the moment, you’re pent up enough as it is, but you doubt this silly thing is going to hurt anyone so you see no harm in going through with it.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you almost miss the entrance of a woman dressed all in red, the shade a bright crimson that reminds you of blood. She was a regal looking woman, not traditionally beautiful but striking nonetheless with dark riotous curls and strong features, bronze skin almost glowing in the little light left from the quickly setting sun.

As she stepped into the center of the circle you’d formed with the other women she took a glance around and you had to admire her dedication to her roll. Her eyes had been a shocking crimson color, one that matched her dress, and had what almost looked like a cat’s slut pupil. You wondered if after the ceremony or whatever she’d be offended if you asked where she got her colored contacts from, because they’d looked seriously impressive.

“Welcome, my sisters,” she greeted, her voice a warm, deep, mesmerizing contralto. Just listening to those three brief words you could see how she could con people into believing she was some kind of witch or mystic, she certainly sounded the part and you had no doubt that this was the Madam Carver your friend had mentioned.

“Before we begin our ceremony this Samhain night a final warning,” she told the group, spinning in a slow circle to make eye contact with everyone as if to impress the seriousness of her words, “While this ceremony is meant to ensure you’re granted your deepest of desires, never forget that for everything received there must be something given, a price paid in body, blood, or soul. Demons will always fulfill their end of the bargain, their very being demands it, however they are demons at the end of the day, they will never grant you something for nothing.”

Your friend had definitely not mentioned anything about paying any sort of price for this whacko ritual and if she’d been in your line of sight you would’ve been glaring at her. Fortunately for her and unfortunately for you she was somewhere off to your right and you couldn’t actually see her unless you stepped out of your place, something you weren’t quite willing to do just yet.

However, the minute someone asked you to cut yourself to donate blood, tried to sacrifice someone or started an orgy you were nope-ing the fuck out. Like hell were you going to participate in anything like that. The orgy might’ve been something you could be down for if there were men present, but you simply weren’t all that sexually attracted to women.

“If anyone wants to leave, now is the time to do so,” Madame Carver warned seriously, pulling you from your slightly panicked thoughts, “Once the pact is made there is no turning back.”

Several of the women around the circle shifted anxiously, but none of them actually made a move to go, the power of peer pressure and either fervent belief or blatant skepticism keeping everyone in place.

You tried to reassure yourself that your friend would never be involved in blood or human sacrifice of any kind, which was reassuring, though the reminder that she was apparently willing to deal with so called demons wasn’t exactly comforting. You didn’t particularly believe in them, but you knew she did, so either she was more desperate to finish her Thesis than you’d thought or she thought the ritual was harmless, either way it probably wouldn’t be too bad right?

“Very well, if everyone is ready, let’s begin,” Madame Carver announced solemnly after a few seconds when no one moved, “Don’t forget that during the ritual you must think of that which you desire most, hold it tightly in your mind lest you accidentally leave your contract open ended.”

With that final warning she stepped forward to the woman who was standing at what looked like some kind of nexus point in the circle, hand reaching out. You were sure how she hid the lighter but a small flame sprang forth and lit the candle the woman was holding in an impressive bit of sleight of hand. The woman lit the candle of the woman to her left, who did the same with the woman to her left, each woman continuing on as they passed the flame carefully around the circle.

You’d been a bit anxious about your turn afraid you’d embarrass yourself by dropping your candle or somehow setting something on fire, but you managed to accept the flame from the woman next to you, a pretty blonde with the brightest green eyes you’d ever seen, who also seemed to be wearing some kind of colored contact lenses that gave her a slit pupil, and passed the flame on to the woman next to you.

Once everyone was holding a lit candle Madam Carver went back to the center of the circle and began to chant. You had no idea what she was saying or what language it was, if it was any sort of language at all or just speaking tongues, but it sounded impressive at least. Skeptical though you were you couldn’t deny there was definitely something in the air, though you put that down to anticipation from the true believers among the women you couldn’t help but be a little drawn into it yourself.

As she chanted a strange sort of wind began to blow, a scent filling the clearing that was strangely alluring, spicy, and masculine, the kind of scent that would’ve caught your attention no matter the man wearing it, it was that tempting. The sound of faint whispers, interspersed with low grumbles, like the vibration of a man’s voice when you had your ear pressed to their chest swirled through the air around you, humming deep in your bones as Madame Carver continued to chant, her voice slowly but surely rising in volume, her body appearing to be under an almost physical strain as the scent grew stronger and the voices grew louder.

You didn’t even realized how utterly enraptured you were by it, drawn in by sight, smell and sound the faint wind almost like the caress of fingers against your skin. Something in the air made you feel hypnotized, almost hazy, everything feeling a bit not quite right, something flickering in and out of the corner of your vision as if daring you to turn your head to look, only it felt far too heavy to move.

It felt like there were eyes on you, looking, judging, inspecting, appraising your worthiness, and yet instead of feeling intimidated you instead felt oddly aroused your skin tingling with eager anticipation. A strange feeling, almost like hand caressed the back of your neck, not quite grasping it, but hovering close enough you could feel the heat of it on your skin.

The strange whispering had become more coherent almost forming words you could understand now as what felt like warm slow breaths puffed against your cheek, each one bringing a new wave of that dizzying scent that sent little sparks of arousal trembling down your limbs.

“Be mine, kitten,” a warm voice cooed in your ear, the sound sultry, low and tempting, the kind that had your thighs clamping together your panties dampening in want, a voice practically made for the bedroom, “Be mine, enter covenant with me, be mine.”

The voice kept whispering, coaxing, cajoling, as Madame Carver continued to chant, combined with the sweet scent, the warmth you could now feel traveling up your spine as if a strong body as bare millimeters from being plastered to your back, and that terrible, tempting voice that made all of you quake with need was too much. Even if you hadn’t been going through a dry spell you already knew your answer would’ve been the same.

“Yes,” you agreed, unsure whether you were saying the word aloud or just thinking it to yourself but hoping to convey acceptance, your want, your need, to whatever being was whispering away in your ear.

“Then, it’s a deal my pretty kitten,” the voice agreed with a pleased sounding chuckle, something that felt like lips pressed themselves to the space just behind your ear, sending a strange scorching heat through you, making you feel weak with desire.

Madame Carver’s voice was almost at a fever pitch, rising higher and higher before giving a final shout. It was like being dunked in a bucket of ice water, the word catching your attention, making your whole body stiffen, the warmth against your back disappearing so quickly it left you question whether it had ever been there at all, as suddenly every candle in the circle went out at the same time, leaving only the ones at the center of the circle surrounding Madame Carver still alight.

Goosebumps rippled across your skin as you tried to make head or tails of what had just happened. It felt as if you’d been deep below the surface of a lake or ocean and suddenly broke through taking a deep rasping breath that returned you to a dizzying sort of clarity as you tried desperately to catch your bearings.

“Congratulations,” Madame Carver’s voice was like a lifesaver an anchor that managed to help ground you back into reality. A distant part of you was surprised at how smooth it still sounded given she’d been chanting and shouting nearly nonstop for who knows how long, “Your deals are now set, and you are free to go about your evening as you will.”

“However,” she warned, “Don’t forget the deal you’ve struck, for they surely will not and to renege upon it would be disastrous. For your own sake be careful.”

You shivered slightly at her ominous words, not quite sure what to make of them. You’d gotten so caught up in that strange ritual, in the atmosphere, in everything that all your skepticism had disappeared. However, now that it had finished you found clarity returning, your logical mind slowly coming up with explanations for what had happened.

The voices? Cleverly hidden speakers, surround sound no doubt with a queued soundtrack. The scent? The candles obviously, if a woman wasn’t coming around to collect them you’d be tempted to take yours home, but in the end surrendered it graciously. The warmth at your back? The feeling of it all? Obviously your admittedly vivid imagination and your desperate need to get laid playing tricks on you.

“That was intense!” your friend told you as she practically bounded up to you, eyes a little wild and smile almost manic in its intensity.

“You could say that again,” you agreed wholeheartedly, gladly linking your arm with hers as the two of you made your way back to where you’d left your car, surrounded by the other women who all looked as swept away or dazed as you felt.

“I can’t wait to work on my Thesis, I’m going to be so inspired I’m sure of it,” your friend babbled eagerly as the two of you climbed in the car.

“I’m sure,” you assured her, indulgent, mostly because while you doubted the ritual actually worked the placebo effect wasn’t to be underestimated and even this was the most inspired you’d seen her to work on it in a long time.

The two of you both drove back into town as she babbled on, clearly energized and excited, high on the adrenaline of it all and ready to fulfill her goal. Personally you were more than ready to fulfill yours too, now more than ever you were determined to find someone tonight and finally get laid, especially since your libido was apparently causing you to hallucinate.

Except, unfortunately it didn’t seem to work out that way. Several men approached as you and your friend clubbed and bar hopped into the early hours of the morning, and while you’d had a good time dancing with a few, none of them really caught your interest, even if they were clearly more than interested in you.

The most action you’d gotten were a few sloppy kisses before deciding you weren’t into it and promptly bailing. Even stranger, all night you’d felt like there were eyes on you, as if someone was constantly watching. It shouldn’t have been so strange, you’d dressed to attract male eyes on purpose, you’d wanted people to look at you. However, there was something almost dangerous about his particular gaze, even though you couldn’t tell where it was coming from no matter how hard you looked.

It felt predatory in a way that sent shivers down your spine, though strangely not fearful ones. It almost felt like you were playing a game with someone, pleasurable and mutual and doubtless going to end in pleasure on both ends, especially since your gut insisted it was the same person every time.

Which should’ve been utterly ridiculous, especially as you’d kept very aware of your surroundings, not even touching the freely flowing alcohol since you were designated driver for the night. Not once did you see anyone following you when you migrated from bar to club to bar and back again, meeting up with mutual friends and just generally having a good time. It should’ve been impossible for someone to follow you all night long and yet…

In the end your friend had stayed with a group of mutual friends you knew and trusted and you went home feeling a combination of exhausted and wired, frustrated and yet strangely anticipatory as if something else was going to happen. That was completely and utterly ridiculous of course, as the only thing that could happen was finally getting out of your heels, washing your face, and stripping off your costume which stank of sweat and alcohol not surprising considering the night you’d had. You took a quick shower to wash the night off you, not bothering with more clothing than a pair of underwear before trundling over to your bed.

Unsure what exactly to do with yourself, feeling pent up and wired despite it being almost four in the morning you’d pulled out your laptop to watch some Netflix but only got ten minutes into the episode of the show you were watching before exhaustion hit like a freight train. You only just managed to put the laptop away before collapsing into your pillows.

You felt strange, oddly weightless, in a place between dreaming and waking. There was sensation, warm hands running slowly up and down your bare sides as warm lips traced a path down the center of your throat, your body arching into the sensation, pressing closer as a face nuzzled between your bare breasts.

There was a warm heavy weight between your legs pressing you into the mattress, and your hands came up automatically one hand tangling into thick silky hair and the other finding a strongly muscled back as a quiet moan left your lips.

To your displeasure the mouth lifted away from your body, and you slowly blinked your eyes open, a pout on your lips as you stared up at the shape hovering above you.

“Awake are you kitten?” his voice was a deep, rumbling purr, seductive and teasing sending shivers of arousal through you as you tried to focus your eyes even as your entire body felt heavy and languid.

The man above you was probably the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on and a distant part of you quietly congratulated your imagination and your subconscious for dreaming him up for you. His eyes were glowing golden with a vertically slit pupil that vaguely reminded you of the contacts Madame Carver had been wearing at the ritual.

His hair was thick and dark, with bangs that were swept to the side nearly covering one of his eyes and the rest of it stuck out at odd angles despite how soft it felt against your fingers. There was a devious looking smirk curling his lips that revealed canines that looked slightly too sharp, set beneath a thin bladed nose and high cheekbones.

However, what really drew your eyes were the two black horns growing from his scalp just behind his hair line, and the strange glittering patches of color on his skin that looked almost like scales, trailing over his cheekbones, down the sides of his face and down his neck. It was utterly inhuman, and curiously you untangled your fingers from his hair, tracing them down the side of his face towards his neck feeling the odd ridges beneath your fingers.

Despite the strangeness of it, you found yourself unbothered, as even with the strange looking adornments that clearly marked him as something not human he was still one of the most attractive men you’d ever laid eyes on. Looking at him you didn’t think you’d ever wanted anyone more in your life.

You figured your subconscious was still focused on Halloween and the strange ritual you’d agreed to participate in earlier, after all why else would he have the same voice as the one you’d heard before? Still you weren’t about to protest.

A content hum slipped past your lips as you curled your hand around the back of his neck and tugged him forward. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, but he came along willingly enough, his lips meeting your own in a kiss that left you utterly breathless. The hand that had lingered at his back traced up his spine, relishing the strange feel of scales beneath your palm as you tasted him.

He was a fantastic kisser, teasing your mouth open with kitten licks and sharp little nips, his clever tongue tangling with your own, the heat of it making you moan into his mouth, which had his lips curling up beneath yours in clear amusement and masculine satisfaction.

You shifted your hips slightly, thighs spreading wider to accommodate his weight between them aware of the needy ache in your core, and the wetness that pooled in your panties with every movement of his mouth against yours.

Tracing your hand further down his spine you were surprised to feel something strange beneath your fingers, jutting out from his tailbone. Distracted for a brief moment from his kiss you realized that he had a tail of all things, and as your fingers probed curiously around the base he let out a low, pleased groan into your mouth, his hips grinding into yours, letting you feel a very prominent bulge that felt like nothing you’d ever had between your legs before.

“Careful now kitten,” he urged, his voice practically a growl in your ear, “I’m going nice and easy on you now, since you’re being so nice and compliant, but if you tease me like that I might have to get rough.”

“Mm and what if I like that?” you teased, utterly breathless but still able to find your tongue.

He jolted, clearly a bit surprised as he pulled away so he could peer into your eyes, before a slow smirk spread across his face, clear delight in his glowing eyes as he crooned at you, “Oh kitten, you and I are going to have such fun together. I knew there was a reason I was so drawn to you.”

“You think so do you?” you challenged, something about him making you feel wild, daring and somehow utterly sexy, no doubt the sheer desire clear on his face, “Why don’t you show me then pretty boy?”

He let out a wild cackle of laughter, the sound at complete odds with his dangerous appearance, and sexy demeanor in a way that was surprisingly endearing for something you were almost sure was a demon, amusement and enthralled wonder on his face as he informed you, “I’m no boy, kitten and I’m going to spend the rest of the day proving it to you if you keep taunting me like that.”

“Do it,” you agreed, with the complete and utter confidence that only those who are fully aware they’re dreaming and therefore invincible could have, “Give me everything you’ve got demon.”

“Oh kitten, let’s pray you don’t regret that,” he cooed, eyes alight with triumph and blazing desire, before leaning down to recapture your lips with his.

If your previous kisses had been steamy if languid this was on a whole other level. It felt as if he was trying to consume you, every brush of his lips and flick of his tongue shooting sparks of desire down your spine where they pooled in your belly as he began to trace a warm wet path down the side of your neck with open mouthed kisses until he found a sweet spot at the junction of your shoulder that had you moaning, and arching into his steady hold, kept in place by the firm hand that was cupping your jaw and part of your throat.

You hissed at the sharp nip of his teeth at the tender skin, almost but not quite enough to break it, the little zing of pain heightening your pleasure as he laved and soothed the area with his tongue before slowly moving downwards.

One of his large hands found your bare breast, cupping and gently massaging the pliant flesh, rolling your pebbled nipple between skilled fingers, and gently tweaking the sensitive little bud in a way that had you writhing, little gasps and sighs leaving your mouth as he worked diligently to leave several marks on the sensitive skin of your upper chest and collarbones.

“Like that do you kitten?” he crooned at you, his words a dark promise against your skin, “Your body is so responsive to me, so sensitive.”

You gasped as his hot wet mouth closed around the other nipple, sucking lightly at it, and flicking it with his tongue. Your hips were desperately seeking friction, grinding up against him as your legs wrapped around his waist, hoping to bring him closer to your aching center.

He let out a rasping chuckle against your skin, but let you pull him close, and you were suddenly reminded that he wasn’t quite the same down there as normal human men. You couldn’t see him, not pinned and prone as you were, but you could certainly feel him, the alien ridges that reminded you of some of the more exotic dildos you’d seen that claimed to be ‘ribbed for her pleasure’ clear even through the fabric of your panties.

“Fuck,” you swore, in both surprise and pleasure and he slowly ground himself against you, letting you feel every ridge and bump against the soaked cloth and proving that he wasn’t just shaped differently he was also considerably gifted. You weren’t sure what exactly he was packing, but the thought of taking it inside you made you feel as if you were dripping, sheer want making you feel more than a bit dizzy.

“Like that do you kitten?” he purred at you, “Like the feel of demon cock?”

“Fuck I want you so bad,” you admitted grinding your hips into his again, wishing you’d been even lazier and not bothered with the panties after your shower either and just slept fully nude so you wouldn’t have to deal with the cloth barrier and could feel him against your slick folds.

“Mm, so damn responsive,” he purred approvingly, “Such a good girl for me kitten.”

“Nngh… feels so good,” you told him, something between a moan and a gasp leaving your lips as his warm hands swept downwards, finding your hips as he sank his teeth into the top of your right breast, no doubt leaving a bruise that would be livid my tomorrow.

You whined unhappily as he pulled away from you, moving so that he was sat back on his heels, and you might’ve verbally protested, if not for the utterly fantastic view his positioning afforded you.

His body was just as desirable as his face, with broad shoulders covered in those same shimmering red scales, that crawled over the sides of his well-muscled chest before following the V of his hips, everything below that line nothing but scales instead of skin even if you could see the strong muscle underneath them. A long thin tail was lashing about behind him, reminding you a bit of a cat about to pounce, covered in bright red scales that faded into a black forked tip, it’s movement caught your attention though not for long as your eyes were drawn downwards to what you’d really wanted to see.

His cock was jutting up proudly between his hips, a darker maroon at the base, but flushed bright red at the weeping tip. The mushroomed head was the same as any normal human males, but the shaft was composed of layered ridges with two sets of bumps running along the underside that reminded you of a Jacob’s ladder piercing and that you knew would rub deliciously inside of you.

You could practically feel your mouth watering, desire making you dizzy with want as he watched you, that same sinful smirk on his lips, masculine pride written all over his face as he teased, “Like what you see kitten?”

“Mm like a walking wet dream,” you affirmed, utterly shameless even as a distant part of you began to wonder if this wasn’t actually a dream after all.

He let out another surprised cackle of laughter, his whole face lighting up in a way that was almost boyish despite his clearly demonic appearance before assuring you, “Don’t worry kitten, I’m better than any dream could hope to be.”

He made good on his words a second later as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, drawing them down your legs as you noted with some surprise that his nails were pitch black and surprisingly sharp looking, the backs of his veiny hands completely covered in scales, though the insides, fingertips and palms were human skin.

You’d always liked hands and his were surprisingly fascinating, an alien contrast against your own clearly human skin, and the feel of them as they caressed your thighs, nails dragging teasingly over the soft flesh sending a shiver of want down your spine.

A surprised yip left your mouth as he took hold of your hips and lifted, forcing your shoulders and head into the mattress as your back arched in surprise. It seemed utterly effortless as he hooked your knees over his broad shoulders, leaving his face planted squarely between the junction of your thighs, his hands digging into the flesh of your ass.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he cooed, staring shamelessly at the open flower between your legs as he breathed in, clearly taking in your scent, “Fuck, you’re already dripping wet kitten, and here I was thinking I might actually have to work to prep you to take me.”

You flushed a bit, but the blatant appreciation in his eyes and voice kept any embarrassment at bay as he leaned in to feast between your legs. His tongue was hot against your slick folds, the heat of it actually a bit shocking as he swiped it teasingly over your sensitive clit, making you jerk and whimper in his hold.

“That’s right kitten,” he encouraged, golden eyes never leaving yours as he laved his tongue against your folds, gathering up your wetness and adding his own slick saliva to the mess between your legs, the slurping sounds he made between words utterly obscene as he commanded, “Mewl for me.”

You were helpless to do anything but what he’d asked, his skilled mouth making an utter mess of you as he sucked and laved at your folds, swirling his tongue teasingly around your clit before thrusting it as deep as it could reach inside your hole, which you knew on instinct was much further than a normal human tongue should allow. His firm grip on your ass kept your locked in place even as you writhed unsure whether to press closer to him or pull away as he danced on the edge of perfect sensation and just over the edge of too much.

You were practically putty in his hands and that was before he laid the slick appendage that you weren’t even sure could be properly called a tongue across your clit and hissed, the sound making the thing vibrate against the sensitive swollen nub making you practically levitate off the bed, a mewling cry escaping your lips as you came harder than you’d done in your entire life.

He barely gave you any time to recover, just enough to shift your weight so he was holding the small of your back with one hand to free up the other, and bite off three of his nails in quick succession before slicking one up and plunging it into your still quivering core.

It was a testament to his inhuman strength that he managed to keep you from jerking away, the pebbled rasp from the scales on the back of his finger, combined with the unerring crook of his finger right into the soft spot at the front of your walls that had you seeing stars enough to make you arch and writhe.

It was too much at sensation too soon after such an intense orgasm, the pleasure bordering on painful as he snuck another finger in, you could barely comprehend what he was saying past your own mindless pleasure as he cooed praise about how wet and tight you were.

With the addition of a third finger, stretching you open wide came another orgasm, not quite as powerful as the first, but perhaps even more pleasurable bordering on painful as you practically sobbed at the feel of it.

Luckily it seemed the demon was willing to have some mercy, because all he did was watch as you came down from your high, thighs quivering next to his ears, though the site of him as he slowly licked his fingers clean of your juices, eyes never once leaving yours was enough to keep your desire and your attention at a high.

You’d never in your life felt this needy, and two orgasms that had been that good felt like they should’ve been more than enough, and yet you found yourself wanting more, a part of you firmly resolved that whatever this was, dream, vision, or reality you weren’t going to let it end until you got to feel him move inside you.

“You taste so sweet kitten,” your demon lover praised a wicked grin on his lips as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you and was savoring every single second of it, “And you look so good like this, spread and helpless for me, but we’re nowhere near done yet. You told me to give you everything I had after all, which means we’ve barely gotten started.”

“Give it to me,” you intended it to come out more like a command, but the breathless exhilaration in your voice made it sound more like a plea instead, “I want you.”

“So eager for demon cock, kitten,” he tutted, though from the way his eyes were burning into you, you knew he was loving every second, as he carefully lowered your still weak legs from his shoulders and gently tugging you so your hips were closer to his, palming his cock and dragging the blunt head through your soaked folds as he taunted, “This what you want pretty kitten? You want this cock inside you?”

“Fuck yes,” you breathed, desperate to know what he’d feel like as he moved inside you, “I want it. I want you.”

The hungry look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine, your own need flaring up with just that look as he began to ease himself inside you. Even with how soaked you were and how he’d prepped you beforehand it was still a stretch as he slid inside inch by slow inch.

You let out a shuddering gasp as he bottomed out inside you, the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix in a way that made you shudder at the strange sensation of pain/pleasure deep inside you.

“Fuck, look at you kitten, taking me so well,” he praised, his voice low and guttural as he eyed the place where you were joined with something almost like awe on his face, “So tight and wet for me, like your pussy was made to take demon cock.”

Your walls clenched automatically at the words, something about them sending a deep sense of pleasure through you and he let out a low almost pained groan in response, as he slowly shifted, giving one careful, shallow thrust that pulled a pleasured mewl from your lips.

“So fucking tight,” he gasped, as his hips slowly thrust in and out of you the ribbed sensation of his cock enough to make you dizzy with pleasure, the sensation of it almost too much especially with the feel of those Jacob’s Ladder bumps rubbing up against your walls. A part of you wondered what it might feel like if you were up on your hands and knees so those bumps could rub up against your g-spot but you were quickly distracted from it as he reached for you, one hand holding your hips in place and the other pressing into your belly below your belly button, his thumb dipping between your outer lips to flick teasingly across your clit.

“Pay attention, kitten,” he ordered, eyes locked on yours and his tail swishing behind him, “Or I’ll be forced to make you.”

A part of you wanted to challenge him on it, but you couldn’t muster up the energy, not when every stroke of his cock had you seeing stars, your hands twisting into the sheets in order to find something to ground yourself with.

“That’s right kitten,” he growled at you as his hips slowly began to pick up the pace, “Focus on me, and only on me, on my dick in your perfect little pussy, your sweet little pussy that I’m going to fill up and taint with demon seed. Better learn to love the sensation pretty kitten because I’m going to fuck you over and over and over until you overflow with my cum. I’m going to completely ruin you, turn you into a slut for this demon cock.”

You’d been right. His voice was utterly perfect for the bedroom, hypnotic, enticing and enough to make you spasm around him with every word, doing something to you that you didn’t completely understand but enjoyed every moment of.

Overwhelming pleasure was building in your gut, higher and higher with each thrust of his hips, and before you’d really had any time to really process it you were falling apart, your orgasm making your inner walls ripple and squeeze around his cock letting you feel every bump and ridge of it.

A choked moan left his lips as he continued to drive into you, pace frantic, clearly chasing his own end and prolonging your orgasm as each twitch of his hips made your walls flutter. His hands dug into your thighs holding you steady, not letting you move an inch that he didn’t allow his grip tight enough you were sure you were going to have nice hand shaped bruises.

You felt it deep inside you as he sheathed himself to the hilt, the blunt head of his cock right up against your cervix. Your whole body spasmed as you felt hot jets of cum right up against the entrance to your womb, the sensation wringing a final small but intense orgasm from your limp body as you watched him, his beautiful face twisted in ecstasy, a low deep, rumbling growl of a moan leaving his lips as he finished.

For several long seconds, neither of you moved the only sound in the room that of your harsh breathing, before his eyes slowly found yours. Feeling lazy and utterly sated you held out your hand toward him, limply gesturing for him to come forward.

The bemused expression on his face told you the gesture was entirely unexpected, but he came anyway, laying his weight on you in a way you felt inexplicably comforting, his elbows braced on either side of your head.

You hummed in utter contentment your hands coming up to tangle in his hair, the other stroking along his spine again in the same position you’d been in when you’d first woken in earlier. Your lips found his in an easy, lazy sensual kiss as you gently scratched your nails over his scalp.

He returned your kiss easily, lips turning upwards in clear pleasure as the two of you spent a pleasant couple minutes simply basking in the other’s presence. When you pulled back he carefully rolled the two of you to the side, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure through you as you were still connected to him, his cock still hard and buried deep inside you.

Your hand found his face, utterly fascinated by the feel of his scales beneath your fingers. He let you touch him, an amused smile on his face that only dipped slightly when you reached into his hair to run along one of his horns, though judging from the way his cock twitched inside you and the lustful half-lidded look he was giving you, it was because the protrusions were sensitive rather than out of any sort of displeasure.

“So, I’m not dreaming am I,” you stated idly as you ran your hand over his scaled side, “That whole demon summoning ritual or whatever that I let my friend talk me into, it was real after all huh?”

“That’s right,” he agreed slowly, his face slowly settling into an oddly blank expression, “Did you think it wasn’t?”

“I’ve never been a big believer in the occult or the supernatural,” you confessed easily, “But it’s hard to argue with the truth when it’s right in front of your face, and even my most vivid dreams aren’t as real as you are.”

“Does it bother you?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow so that he was peering down at you, “You’re taking this awfully well for a human who didn’t believe, usually there’s a lot more screaming, or crying, or denial.”

“Mm, well it helps when the demon in your bed looks as tempting as you do, so what are you exactly, some kind of incubus?” you asked, still idly tracing your fingers over his scales, drawing unthinking patterns on his strange almost too warm skin.

“Something like that,” he agreed with a slight smirk.

“So what happens now?” you asked him curiously, “Madame Carver said something about payment?”

“That depends on what exactly it is you want kitten,” he teased, clearly recovered from whatever he was thinking earlier, “Normally with humans like you we have to ask for blood price because that’s what they’re willing to offer, but you paid in body just fine. We only take souls for really big requests though that’s fallen somewhat out of favor these days.”

“So that’s what she meant by body?” you asked incredulously, “Sex? That’s it?”

“That’s it,” he agreed amused, “Though you’d be surprised how very few people want sex with a demon.”

“Why not?” you questioned utterly baffled, “That was the most orgasms I’ve had in a single session ever in my life, and was a hell of a lot better than the ritualistic sacrifice I thought she meant.”

The demon gave a surprised cackle of laughter, shooting you a slow prideful grin that was all masculine satisfaction as he told you, “While I wouldn’t necessarily say no to a sacrifice of some kind, sex will do just fine for whatever you’re asking for kitten, unless it’s something really big, like bringing someone back from the dead or making someone fall in love with you, or making you the richest woman in the world kind of thing. Then we might have to renegotiate a bit.”

“But I already got what I wanted,” you told him with a puzzled frown.

“You did?” he asked you, looking nonplussed, “What exactly were you thinking you were going to ask for?”

“Really good sex,” you told him bluntly, earning a snort of laughter from the demon.

“No, but really,” he urged, “You left your contract very open ended, you didn’t ask for anything, which means now that you’ve begun payment we need to negotiate.”

“I did?” you asked, puzzled, but then you thought back to Madame Carver’s words, how she’d told you to keep your desire at the forefront of your mind for the ritual, but you’d been too distracted by your skepticism at first and then your enthrallment with the sensual being now lying beside you to really think of what you’d originally wanted, or what your friend had brought you there to ask for.

“Huh,” you acknowledged aloud, “So how exactly do these negotiations work?”

“It’s pretty simple kitten,” he told you, clearly amused, “You name what you want, I name my price. You can attempt to change my mind, but let me assure you we demon’s don’t like to bargain and we always get the best end of the deal.”

“But I told you I already got what I wanted,” you informed him, tilting your head to the side and studying his face, turning an idea over in your head for a moment before nodding decisively and adding on, “But I wouldn’t say no to a regular booty call if you’re up for it.”

“You’re joking,” he countered skeptically, a slight frown on his face, “You, a human, want to have sex regularly with me, a demon?”

“Thought you were the one who said you were going to turn me into a slut for demon cock huh?” you teased, reaching out to tug lightly at the hair covering his eye and running your fingers through the soft strands, “Didn’t you hear me when I said you were the best I’ve ever had? I wasn’t kidding.”

“You can’t just take my payment and turn it into what you want, that’s not the way this works,” he informed you, looking surprisingly sulky for a creature who was purportedly from hell.

“But you’re what I want,” you told him puzzled, “You’re fascinating, and sexy and physically we have great chemistry so why not?”

“Because even though we demons always get the better end of the deal, even we’re not allowed to accept everything for nothing,” he informed you, studying you as if you were the strangest creature he’d ever met.

Maybe you were being too casual about this whole thing, but you’d always been the laidback roll with the punches type and frankly this deal with him sounded just about perfect to you. You’d get sex when you wanted it without having to spend all that time dating and trying to find some kind of connection, one that you already somewhat felt for this strange demon male, more than you’d felt with any human, including your ex despite only knowing him for a few hours at most. There was just something there, something you couldn’t quite put your finger one, but he’d claimed earlier that he’d been drawn to you, and you couldn’t deny you were drawn to him to. You wanted to keep seeing him, you just needed to figure out how.

“Your name,” you decided at last, “I want to know your name, so I can stop calling you sexy demon man in my head.”

“You don’t know what you ask for,” he warned her seriously, his hand sliding up from where it had been resting on your hip to cup your face.

“I thought the names had power thing was a Fae myth not a demon one,” you told him thoughtfully.

“Humans have called us many strange things over the years,” he told you with a casual shrug as if he hadn’t accidentally tilted your whole world view sideways.

“And what other myths are true?” you asked, more thinking aloud rather than actually asking, “Can you lie? What about iron? Holy water? Salt?”

“We can’t lie,” he admitted, “We can imply, dance around and omit, but it’s impossible for a demon to lie or to break the boundaries of a contract once set. The rest is just wishful human thinking and religious myth, made up by the corrupt priests of the middle ages in order to steal more from the uneducated human masses.”

“And saying thank you to a demon?” you prompted, utterly fascinated.

“Is probably one of the greatest pranks demons have ever played on humankind, but don’t tell anyone it isn’t true,” he told you freely, a little too freely as you realized that while his words implied one thing it could potentially mean something else entirely.

“I will promise not to tell anyone, if you tell me flat out yes or no, is it true you can’t thank a demon without proclaiming a debt between the two of you?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Ho? What a clever little human you are,” he praised, something almost predatory in his gaze that sent pleasant tingles down your spine. You probably should’ve been afraid considering what he was, but all you really felt was intrigue and the slightest bit of arousal.

“Deal,” he agreed with a toothy smile, the word seeming to settle over your skin in a way that felt a bit like a net, sinking into your core in a way that you knew instinctively would cause you excruciating pain if you attempted to renege on your deal.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone that demons are pranking humans by spreading potentially false rumors about their abilities,” you promised immediately, and felt that strange net fade away almost instantaneously.

“No, it doesn’t create a debt,” he assured you, “And because I’m so kind I’ll even tell you that thanking a demon does nothing it wouldn’t do if you thanked a human.”

“Then since you’re so generous I also promise I won’t tell people that the Fae are pranking humans by spreading potentially false rumors about their abilities,” you countered, unable to help the slightly smug tilt to your lips, not that you’d actually been intending to exploit that particular loophole, though you found it amusing that he’d let you leave one nonetheless.”

“Oya, oya, my cunning little kitten,” he half scolded, half praised you, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he eyed you hungrily, “Careful now, keep being so intriguing and I might just try to trap you by my side for eternity.”

“A thought for later,” you told him absently, the words coming without you giving any real thought to them, “What do you mean when you say names have power?”

“If a demon gives their name to a human it will allow the human to call upon them at any time, to ask for almost anything within the demon’s power, and to command them to some extent,” he told you honestly, looking a bit nonplussed.

“Then, how about you give me your name, and I’ll promise you can refuse if I call, and say no to any command I give though I would like you to promise to at least consider any request I make,” you proposed idly.

“And what exactly do I get out of this deal of yours?” he asked, raising a brow at you in clear amusement, though you thought you could also detect some interest in his tone.

“Hmm, what happens if a human gives a demon their full name?” you asked curiously, well aware that it was something the stories cautioned against doing.

“Then, little kitten you would have no choice but to do anything I say,” he purred at you, a clear taunt in his voice, making it obvious he was sure you’d back away from it.

“Could be interesting,” you told him, your walls clenching, reminding you or the still hard cock buried between your thighs, judging by the shocked hiss and the sudden heat of his gaze he clearly knew exactly where your thoughts had gone, “Never outside when we’re having sex, and only if I give you the go ahead for it. No piss, scat or mutilation, nothing that would cause me permanent harm and a safe word if I need it.”

“That sounds entirely too restrictive,” he told you casually, though you could tell he was actually interested, very interested if the sudden agitation of his tail was any indication.

“I could be talked into blood if you’re good to me,” you teased lightly, reaching for his face and running your finger over his lower lip. He parted them for you obligingly and you deliberately swiped the pad hard over the too sharp canine, teasing your now bloody finger over his lips like a strange lipstick as he watched you with heavy lidded calculating eyes, “Something tells me Demons might’ve been called vampires here and there given how hard you bit me earlier, tell me demon do you want to suck my blood?”

You gasped slightly as his hand lashed out, snagging your wrist, and tugging it forward, drawing your bleeding finger to his mouth again as his tongue flicked out, cleaning the blood off his lips before sucking the tip of your finger into his mouth. The wet, hot, tight sensation and the slight pull of blood as it left the cut in your finger was intoxicating, and you could feel yourself starting to become wet again, juices oozing out around his cock, your core fluttering on the thick appendage as a dazed part of you wondered what it would feel like to have him do that as he fucked you, something you didn’t doubt would appeal to him given the way he was twitching inside you.

The sight of him as he sucked was utterly mesmerized, his eyes locked on yours as his mouth worked along the appendage, his tongue flicking over it, soothing the small cut, the look on his face one of pure ecstasy before he released your finger with an almost obscene pop though he didn’t release your hand, instead pressing his mouth to your open palm and then to your wrist, scraping those sharp teeth teasingly along the sensitive flesh there, his eyes searching your face for something.

You weren’t sure if he found it or not as he pulled away, though not before leaving one more, almost tender kiss on your fingertip, which was surprisingly fully healed, not even a scab to show you’d cut it before.

“You really are too tempting kitten,” he told you, voice rough with desire, “If I didn’t know how fully human you are I’d think you were a succubae.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you assured him with an amused smile, “Though now I’m curious, succubae exist? Earlier you said you were something like an incubus does that mean Merlin existed and really was a cambion?”

“Ah, succubae is just another name for female demon, though they tend to be more on the magical and ritualistic side of things than us male demons,” Kuroo told you with an amused quirk of his lips, “But of course they exist you met one not all that long ago after all a couple of them even.”

You blinked at him startled, your mind running through possibilities before your mouth dropped open as you remembered the colored contacts or what you’d thought were colored contacts and slight of hand at the ritual earlier, “That woman next to me! And Madame Carver?”

“That’s right,” he affirmed, lips curling in a smirk, seemingly uncaring that he’d managed to tilt your world sideways again as he continued, “And as for Merlin, a fine example of a demon, but no, Cambion’s don’t exist.”

“So you can’t breed with humans?” you probed, interested.

“Oh we can, it’s actually our fellow demons we can’t breed with, but all beings born from demon seed or womb are full demon, there are no halves,” he told you amused.

“Do I have something to worry about then?” you asked, trying not to panic, you might want children someday, but not at the moment and you’d have no idea what to do with a demon child anyway.

“Relax kitten,” he assured you, cupping the back of your neck in one of his large hands and running his thumb soothingly over your jaw, “Demon children aren’t conceived unless they’re negotiated for beforehand.”

If you hadn’t been paying close attention you might’ve missed the hint of wistfulness in his voice, but fortunately for you and perhaps unfortunately for him you couldn’t help but pay him the utmost attention at all times.

You took a moment to think it over, giving yourself time to roll it over in your mind, knowing once the words were out you couldn’t exactly unsay them once they were out in the ether. However, the more you thought about it, the more it appealed, you’d always had a bit of a breeding kink and you didn’t think he’d say no, though you’d have to learn more about what it would mean first it wasn’t something you were automatically opposed to.

“Does that mean that, that’s on the table?” you asked him, trying to keep your voice casual even as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. This more than anything would tell you how your relationship might pan out in the future, especially with how inexplicably fond you found yourself of the demon in your bed.

Are you…?” he trailed off eyebrows raised as he swallowed hard, clearly trying to find his voice before he demanded, “Are you seriously offering to let me breed you kitten, to put my baby inside you?”

You could feel his cock twitching inside you, his hips involuntarily giving slight thrusts that made you temporarily lose focus, the sensation heady, your libido thoroughly recovered after your earlier romp and apparently more than ready to go again. However, you forced yourself to focus back on the present and keep your head in the game. This negotiation was far more important than temporary satisfaction after all.

“There’s something viscerally appealing about letting you fuck your baby into me,” you admitted honestly, though you cautioned, “I’d need to learn more first, and I’d want to know you better, but so long as it’s not significantly more dangerous to my health than carrying a human baby I have no objections if you want to try in a year or two.”

“Fuck, kitten,” he moaned, his hips inadvertently giving a strong thrust and making you shudder and gasp in his hold, “Are you trying to drive me to the brink of insanity? What kind of male would I be if I said no to an offer like that?”

Does that mean you accept my terms?” you asked, taking him by surprise as you pushed at his shoulder, forcing him to roll onto his back. You rolled with him to keep him from slipping out of you, and found yourself straddling his hips your hands on his chest.

“Lay them out for me then, kitten,” he ordered seriously, pulling you out of your newfound bliss at the way he felt in this new position. You nodded, took a deep breath to center yourself and began to state your terms.

“You will give me your full name, and when I call you’ll answer unless you can’t or have no desire to see me, when I give commands you don’t have to obey if you don’t want to, but you will give all my requests thought and fair consideration,” you listed out carefully, making sure to keep your wording as firm as possible leaving as few loopholes as you could.

“In return I’ll give you my full name, with the caveat that you aren’t allowed to use it outside of times where I give you explicit, verbal permission to use it to command me. You will not share my full name with anyone or even speak it aloud outside my presence and I will not share yours or speak it unless I’m with you or calling for you,” you continued.

“I will also give you my blood and my body with the caveat that if I say stop you will, and only with permission to take it granted beforehand, and will attempt to be generous about it so long as my physical, emotional and mental health allow,” you listed off.

“My home is open to you at any time for any reason, so long as you behave with courtesy, paying for or replacing anything you use without my explicit permission within reason,” it wasn’t something you’d mentioned to him before, and you’d clearly caught him a bit off guard with it, judging by the raising of his eyebrows, but you did want him to feel welcome.

“In a year’s time on All Hallows Eve next year, so long as we are still on good terms and both agree I will negotiate having a child with you, so long as I am thoroughly educated in demon pregnancy beforehand, and it doesn’t pose extraordinary risk to my wellbeing,” you told him, trying hard not to think about it too much lest you become unfocused by your lust and let something slip.

“This contract can between us can be terminated or renegotiated at any time by my will or by yours,” you finished up with a firm nod, “Do we have a deal?”

“We have a deal, my precious, clever, kitten,” he assured you, his eyes glittering with triumph and something you thought might actually be affection.

This time when you felt the weight of your deal it was far heavier. It was if the first net had been composed of thread and this one of tight steel cable. It might’ve been uncomfortable except unlike with the other deal, this one was accompanied by a feeling of warmth unlike anything you’d ever experienced before, zinging through you like electricity and making you feel oddly powerful and alive, a bit like you’d felt after the ritual Madame Carver had completed earlier that had brought the sexy demon laying beneath you to you in the first place.

Hoping to lessen some of the weight you turned to him, leaning down to press a warm kiss to his willing mouth before quietly giving him your full name. As you’d suspected a large amount of the weight lifted leaving behind only the humming buzz or warmth under your skin.

“My name Kuroo, Kuroo Tetsurou, kitten at your service,” he told you with a slow enticing smile, one that was just teasing enough that you wanted to see if you could lean down and kiss it away, make him lose some of that smug arrogance he seemed to wear like a cloak.

“Tetsurou,” you repeated, rolling it around in your mouth, tasting the word on your tongue as you purred it back at him, something he evidently enjoyed if the way his cock twitched inside you meant anything, “It’s nice to officially meet you, Tetsurou.”

You leaned down, one hand pressed over where a human heart would be and the other sliding into his hair and grasping one of his horns your thumb rubbing against the base for a moment before stroking it between your fingers like you would a cock, something he evidently enjoyed if the way he shuddered under you was any indication, his eyes dark with lust even as he stared a bit wide-eyed, clearly taken aback by your daring.

“Now tell me Tetsurou do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” you asked even as you continued to run your thumb teasingly over the base of his horn, “Because you see someone promised to make me a slut for his demon cock and that he’d prove to me just how much of a man he is, but he has yet to fulfill that particular promise.”

He let out a low moan of pleasure as his hands found your hips and you deliberately tightened your walls around him, milking his cock, still hard and clearly ready inside you. After all he was here and with the contract out of the way you were more than ready to start round two, you doubted it could be better than round one, but you were more than willing to try.

“Oh kitten,” he purred at you, voice low and dangerous even as delight swam in his unnatural glowing red eyes, “You and I are going to have such fun together.”

You let out a pleasured gasp as he used his firm grip to lift you up before slamming you back down on his cock as if you weighed nothing, like you were a doll to be made for his pleasure alone.

“I look forward to it,” you teased breathlessly, though you meant every word, after all unconventional though it may be and despite what the stories might say you didn’t think you’d ever regret making a deal with a devil, especially one as sinfully seductive as Kuroo Tetsurou.

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Twin Kittens (Part 1)

Hey everyone! This is my part for the Paws and Claws Collab that was with @katslutski The theme of the collab was hybrids (puppy/kitty/bunny etc) so if you’re interested check it out!

Unfortunately as usual I got excessively wordy, so this is going to be split into three parts. This part alone is about 20K words and we're only about a third of the way through! so it definitely had to be split up.

If you like this feel free to check out my Atsumu or my Osamu masterlists!

While there is no smut in this part there will be in the future thus this story is 18+ minors DNI please!

TW: Previous mentions of past abuse, gaslighting, verbal, death threats, hybrids have been treated like slaves before

This story is Fem Reader x Atsumu x Osamu but there will be no actual incest. While there will be a threesome at the end the boys won't ever touch one another sexually.

“Are you alright?” your neighbor Ojirou asked, a concerned look on his face as he watched you listlessly stir your drink with the straw, playing with the melting ice in the glass.

The two of you were actually good friends, having lived peacefully side by side for over five years now. You’d met on the very first day when you moved in, you’d been struggling to open the door with a large box in your arms and he’d rushed to the rescue. He and his hybrids diligent Kita, the blue merle border collie, and sly, sleek Suna the Siamese cat, had all pitched in to help you get moved in and settled. You’d been good friends with all three of them ever since.

It was his turn to host your traditional Friday night dinner, so you’d gone over to his apartment determined to enjoy yourself. However, something must’ve given away the rough day you’d had, because all three of them had been casting you concerned looks all night and trading glances when they thought you couldn’t see.

It was apparently Aran’s job to confront you about it, though both hybrids were looking at you expectantly. Well, Kita was looking at you expectantly, Suna was pretending not to pay attention, his phone in his hands, but you could see him watching out of the corner of his eye.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” you asked determined to at least give it a try.

The stern look you got from Kita and the sympathetic smile from Ojiro told you how ultimately fruitless the effort had been, so you caved in with a sigh, pushing your glass away so you could slump face down on the table burying your head in your arms. You’d tell them, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be necessarily looking them in the eye when you did.

“You know how I went to that thing with some of my girl friends today?” you asked tiredly.

There were acknowledging hums all around even from Suna who you saw from the corner of your eye was no longer pretending to look at his phone and instead watching you like some rare breed of animal in a zoo doing something particularly fascinating.

“Well it was fun, great even,” you told them with a small quirk of your lips, “Right up until we started talking about significant others. Apparently two of them are getting married soon, one has a baby on the way, and the rest are in steady loving relationships or have openly declared they aren’t interested in that kind of thing. So guess who was the only sad single there?”

“Ah,” Ojirou acknowledged a well of sympathy in his voice.

“And of course once they found out, they were like ‘oh I think my husband has a brother’ or ‘oh I have this great friend from work you’d just love,” you ranted, earning a quiet snicker from Suna, which prompted you to lift your head up so you could dig back at the cat hybrid who looked to be having far too much fun at your expense.

“They even asked me why I didn’t date my nice neighbor, the one I’m always hanging out with,” you added on ruthlessly, ignoring Ojirou’s shocked sputters, “But I told them he was in a committed relationship. They were skeptical at first, but then I told them that I was sure because someone is extremely loud, enough that I’m forced to use headphones to drown out the yowling.”

Poor Ojirou was coughing, clearly dying of embarrassment, and even Kita had the faintest red tinge to his cheeks. Unfortunately, Suna, unbothered as ever, simply smirked at you, which confirmed some of your suspicions that he’d been doing it on purpose, the brat.

Heaving another forlorn sigh you decided to give up and give poor Ojirou a break, making a mental note to make it up to him somehow. The poor guy really didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire between you and Suna.

“So, I spent the time being relentlessly hounded until it was time to leave,” you continued on, pretending not to notice Kita patting Ojirou’s back sympathetically, “I tried to explain to them that I just don’t have the time and energy it takes to go out and start dating people, that work was taking up too much of my time, but they weren’t having any of it.”

“It sounds like a rough time,” Ojirou told you, with genuine sympathy, the man too kind even after you’d embarrassed the hell out of him, “like when I go home and baa-chan asks when I’m going to settle down and get married.”

Suna let out an involuntary hiss at that, and Kita’s shoulders stiffened up a bit. Even though hybrid-human relationships were accepted and even almost expected between them and their owners these days, it didn’t mean that everyone accepted them as ‘true’ relationships. There were a good chunk of people, mostly conservatives and the older generation who believed that human/human relationships were the only valid ones.

This was no doubt because of the fact that most hybrid children, once they hit eighteen chose to go to hybrid adoption centers rather than staying with their parents. This was partly because it was one of the few good ways to get out from under your parents roof.

Hybrid rights had come a long way from when they’d first been implemented a few decades ago, back when they were considered something of a toy and a pet, not better than a slave. However, they technically still required a human ‘owner’ to do things like go to school, find a job, or even be out in public unsupervised.

There were people working to change that of course, and you’d donated heavily to the cause and actively supported it, but change was slow going, so for now it was what it was. It didn’t help that there were a good deal of people around like Ojirou’s grandma who viewed hybrids as less than human, and would probably never acknowledge his relationship or any children they had, especially if the children were hybrids too.

It was something you’d listened to him vent about more than once, happy to lend him a listening ear, especially since he’d done the same for you plenty of times over the years.

“It wasn’t quite that bad,” you admitted, giving him your own sympathetic smile, “but it was rather depressing.”

“Do ya even want a companion like that?” Kita asked her reasonably, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard ya talk about wantin’ a relationship other than rantin’ about a few failed dates here and there. If ya don’t I don’t see why it should be a problem, and not any of their business either.”

“Except I think I kind of do,” you admitted with a grimace, to the practical dog-hybrid who always gave solid, dependable advice, “I never planned to spend the rest of my life alone you know? I just always put my career first figuring relationships could come later, when I had more time, but now I’m starting to wonder if later will ever come.”

“And ya don’t want to date?” Kita asked with a slight frown, “I’m sure ya could make time if ya really wanted to, we could change our dinners around fer a while maybe?”

“No way,” you protested immediately, “Dinners with you guys are my only bastion of sanity. Plus I’m not even sure I want to go out and meet people, frankly at this point I’m not even sure I know how. It just… gets a little lonely coming home to an empty apartment sometimes you know?”

“So why don’t you get a hybrid?” Ojirou asked, his tone eminently reasonable despite the shock of what he’d said.

“A hybrid?” you repeated a little dumbfounded, “Me?!”

“Well why not?” he defended, stroking his recently grown goatee with his thumb and forefinger, “You’re wealthy enough to afford one, it would solve your companionship issue, and you wouldn’t have to date anyone, just go to a hybrid adoption center and find someone you’re compatible with.”

When he put it like that it did sound reasonable, even if it wasn’t an idea that had ever occurred to you. A lot of your friends, not just Ojirou, had hybrid companions, one of the weddings discussed earlier that day was even to a hybrid even if it wouldn’t be official until they could get proper legislature passed. You just had never really considered it an option for yourself.

“Do you think I could?” you asked with a light frown, turning the idea over in your mind, the question directed more at Kita than anyone else, both because he was always the most reasonable of the three and because as a hybrid you thought he’d probably be more qualified to answer whether you were a fit ‘owner’.

However to your surprise it wasn’t Kita, but Suna who answered first informing you in his normal lazy drawl, “You’d do well with a hybrid I think, probably something lower energy, like a cat, and we’re pretty self-sufficient as you know, so you wouldn’t have to worry about leaving it home alone like you would a pet.”

“He’s right,” Kita agreed, after a thoughtful pause, “Personally I believe ya would do well with a hybrid, ya get along with us well enough. Plus if yer worried we can help ya look after them. Suna needs a playmate anyway, he’s been getting’ up ta too much mischief lately when Aran and I ain’t here.”

Suna didn’t even bother to protest, just shrugged, completely unbothered by the accusation. Figuring you might as well take advantage of the situation you asked a few more questions, all of which were answered by your friends who all had a lot of input on what kind of hybrid you should get.

You left that night with your head stuffed full of information, after telling them you needed time to think it over. Getting a hybrid was a lifechanging thing and you didn’t want to run off half-cocked. It had gotten you an approving nod from Kita and a supportive pat on the shoulder from Ojirou. Suna had simply given you a knowing smirk, as if the smug cat hybrid already knew exactly what you were going to do as you walked out the door.

You stared up at the hybrid adoption center, not quite sure how you’d ended up here. For the last week or so, ever since Ojirou had brought it up you’d had hybrids on the brain. You’d found your eyes wandering to look at them when they passed you in the street and idly daydreaming in your down time what it might be like to have one waiting when you came home and fantasizing about what kind you might get.

Normally you were very focused and productive at work, but somehow, you’d found yourself scrolling through different sites, putting in research into what kind of facility you should visit and what you’d need to do. It had gotten bad enough that some of your coworkers had noticed your distraction, which was the final nail in the coffin.

You’d already known which center Ojirou had used to choose Kita and Suna, and so at the end of a particularly long day, quietly dreading heading home to your empty apartment you’d instead found yourself driving over to the center.

It was on the smaller side when it came to hybrid adoption centers, privately run and owned by Azumane Industries, a fashion line that created clothes that specifically catered to hybrids. Ojirou had, had nothing but good things to say, and so gathering your courage you left your car to head resolutely inside.

The lobby was rather quiet, only one other patron and two people manning the desks, both of whom looked up when you entered. You were a bit surprised to see the only two workers in sight were hybrids, one a silver cat of some type and the other clearly a German shepherd.

In hindsight it made a lot of sense to have hybrids be in charge of the adoption of other hybrids as they would likely know best how to match people up. However, you rarely saw that kind of practicality when it came to hybrids especially because you knew there was a lot of prejudice out there.

You offered the cat a hesitant smile, stepping up to the desk, the smile he gave back one that was both kind and welcoming as he introduced, “Welcome to Azumane Industries Hybrid Adoption Center. My name is Sugawara, how can I help you today?”

“I’m looking to adopt,” you admitted, unsure what else to say you tacked on, “My friend recommended this place to me, so here I am.”

“Well, we’ll take good care of you,” he assured you calmly, “Usually we do this by appointment, but you’re lucky. It’s a slow day and we have an opening, so I’d be happy to start the process with you if you’re willing.”

“Great,” you told him with a quiet sigh of relief, glad that he could fit you in. Honestly you should’ve known that a place like this would require a call ahead at least. It would’ve served you right for being so impulsive if they hadn’t been able to squeeze you in, “Just tell me what I need to do.”

Sugawara offered you a sly grin, one that reminded you of Suna as he promptly pushed a large stack of paperwork in your direction and handed you a pen. You grimaced at the sight of it but set to work, quietly filling out the forms one by one and handing each of them to Sugawara after so he could log them into his computer.

The forms reminded you of a loan or job application in a lot of ways, asking after your health, your income, your living situation, if you had a criminal record, any previous experience with hybrids etc. It took you quite a while to fill them all out, and by the end of it your wrist was sore and you’d signed your name more times than you cared to remember. However, since Sugawara had been filling in as you went you didn’t have to wait long to move on to the next step.

“Congratulations,” he told you with an amused smile, watching as you massaged your wrist, “You’ve been approved to adopt from our center, which means we now get to the fun part.”

“Fun part?” you questioned a little warily, having learned from Suna that a cat hybrid smiling at you didn’t necessarily mean good things for your sanity.

“Tell me about what kind of hybrid you’d like,” he told you leaning forward, elbows braced on the desk as he watched you intently, “Do you have any preferences? I’ve read all your information as we’ve gone along so I have some ideas, but I’d like to hear from you what you think you want.”

“I’m not sure where to start,” you admitted, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“That’s alright,” he assured you, “That’s what I’m here for. Let’s start with species, that’s always good and will narrow things down a bit.”

“I know I want a cat or dog hybrid,” you told him immediately glad to have some kind of answer for him, “Rabbit and rodent hybrids have heats and ruts too often for me to handle given how busy work keeps me.”

Heats and ruts were one of the big things that separated hybrids from humans and were part of the reason it was hard for them to find and hold down jobs. There were two kinds of hybrid within each species, alphas and omegas.

Alphas were usually more aggressive, stubborn, and willful. You needed to have a more dominant personality to have an alpha hybrid otherwise they’d walk all over you. Alphas also had a period called a rut, where their hormones skyrocketed and made them want to breed with anything and everything. It was a really uncomfortable time for them, and made them even more aggressive.

Omegas were generally more passive, quiet and compliant. They tended to be favored over Alpha hybrids as companions because of their more docile nature. They had periods called heats, which were similar to an Alphas rut, the only difference being they wanted to be bred rather than to breed. It made them needy and clingy the entire time.

Both heats and ruts lasted anywhere from a couple of days to a week depending on the species of hybrid. Dogs and cats had week long heats, but they only happened two to three times a year, whereas rabbit and rodent hybrids only lasted a few days, but happened every week and a half to two weeks.

You knew it wasn’t necessarily expected for a hybrid owner to stay home when their hybrid was in heat or rut, but you also knew it was those times that hybrids tended to be more reckless. Most of the research you did advised that you should if you could, even if you weren’t the one who was going to be sexually intimate with your hybrid. There were of course hybrid heat centers, where hybrids could go to find willing partners and get their needs taken care of, but you’d heard horror stories about places like that and didn’t want to use one unless you absolutely had to.

“There are medications to manage heats and ruts,” Sugawara pointed out reasonably, a slight frown on his face.

“I know,” you agreed, “But I did some research and it looks like most hybrids don’t like to take them because they have nasty side effects, like potential infertility, mood drops, and weight gain. If there’s a rodent or rabbit hybrid that wants to voluntarily take the medication then that could be fine, but I’ve heard only a few ever want to risk it.”

Sugawara looked surprised for a moment, then slowly nodded, “It’s good you’ve looked into things, and it’s nice to see someone who’s come prepared. I’ve heard a bit of that too, so no rabbits or rodents. Do you have any preference Alpha versus Omega?”

“Not really,” you admitted with a helpless shrug, feeling a little bad for not being able to narrow down the criteria for him, “I’m pretty open so long as they can fit into my lifestyle, are a little more independent, and think they’ll get along with me.”

“Well you’ll at least have lots of options,” Sugwara assured you, with a smile that told you he wasn’t off put by the fact that you didn’t know exactly what you wanted either, “Does that mean you don’t have a preference for breed either?”

“That’s right,” you agreed with a firm nod, “I just want someone who’s going to be compatible with me, everything else is secondary.”

“Okay,” he told you cheerfully, “I’m sure we can do that! Though it might take us a little bit to narrow things down. Since you aren’t picky you might as well come with me to start looking. Daichi can you manage the desk on your own?”

“Sure,” the german shepherd hybrid agreed, from where he’d been sitting quietly, keeping watch over the two of you and typing away on his computer, since there was literally no one else in the lobby, “Just keep a radio on you so I can call you back up here if it gets busy Suga.”

Your soon to be guide agreed with a smile, plucking one of the aforementioned radios up and attaching it to his belt, before standing up from the desk. He stretched in a very feline manner, then ushered you towards a door that led toward the back of the building, tail swishing peacefully behind him.

“Each species of hybrid has its own floor,” Sugawara explained as he led you through the hall, “Bunnies are on the top floor, rodents underneath them, cats on the second floor and dogs here on the first. Each floor has four separate wings, separated into categories depending on whether the hybrid in question is male or female, alpha or omega. These wings have private rooms in them and are connected by a shared space.”

“We’ll be going into the shared space,” he explained pausing outside one of the doors, “It’s where hybrids come both to hang out, and to meet people. If a hybrid isn’t interested in being adopted by a specific human they’ll simply return to their rooms until the human leaves. This way we ensure that no one gets coerced into adoption. We also keep a close eye on things with security cameras in the shared space, for both the safety of humans and hybrids. Before we enter the room, I need you to give me verbal consent to allow yourself to be filmed.”

“That’s fine,” you told him, more than a bit impressed with how thorough and organized the whole thing was, along with the lengths they went to, to ensure everyone’s comfort.

“Alright then, let’s introduce you to the dogs,” he teased, with a confident smile.

The minute the door opened, almost every head turned in your direction, making you feel a bit awkward and unsure. Some of the hybrids were in their human forms, ears and tails the only hint of their non-human status, while others were lounging around in their secondary animal form.

The animal form of a hybrid was indistinguishable from a normal animal of the same breed. The only thing that might give it away was the high level of intelligence. Your research told you that hybrids tended to act more on their instincts when in animal form, which could be both a good thing and a bad thing.

Case in point, the minute you entered with Sugawara one enormous grey and white speckled dog came bounding over barking his head off. He was absolutely huge, and only the madly wagging tail kept you from cringing back as he charged over, his barking immediately setting off a few of the others.

You got the wind knocked out of you a bit as he collided with you, though thankfully the door was behind you, and kept you from being knocked off your feet as he placed enormous paws on your shoulders, burying his face in your hair and sniffing enthusiastically. You froze, unsure exactly what to do in this situation, and more than a bit uncomfortable.

Luckily Sugawara immediately came to your rescue, shoving the big dog off as he scolded, “Bokuto! What have I told you about jumping up on our guests!”

The big dog immediately began to whine, tail tucked between his legs, and you wanted to feel bad for him, except you were still a bit unnerved.

“Sorry about him,” Sugawara apologized with a sigh, “He’s harmless I promise, just incredibly enthusiastic about new people.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, hesitantly reaching out to Bokuto palms first to see if he might be interested, only to have him turn away. Unsure what to do you glanced at Sugawara, whose tail was swishing in clear agitation.

“Ignore him,” the silver haired cat hybrid told you, “He’s just sulking because he got scolded. In fact, better yet ignore all of them, since they can’t stop being rude and barking.”

This last bit, along with the fierce glare that accompanied it was leveled at the room in general, earning some sheepish looks from a couple of the dog hybrids who were in human form, and managing to quiet several of the barking ones who were in animal form.

“Come on,” he urged with one last flick of his tail, “I should’ve started you with the cats anyway. You seem like a cat person to me, and I assure you they’ll have much better manners. If you don’t find what you’re looking for there, we’ll come back, but let’s explore the cat option first and give them time to recall their manners.”

You allowed him to usher you out of the room and toward the elevator, trusting his judgment. It was funny that he’d said you were a cat person, as he was actually the third cat hybrid to have told you so, Suna being one and the Siamese hybrid of one of your coworkers being the other.

It took you less than a minute to get up to the next floor, and when Sugawara ushered you into the cat hybrid room you could immediately feel the difference. There was no noise for one, just a bunch of curious eyes turned in your direction, but it didn’t feel hostile at all.

Sugawara quickly introduced you to the cat hybrids, telling them you’d come to adopt and had ‘just been slobbered all over by the dog hybrids’ so if they could all ‘mind their manners’ that would be great. You were a little amused at the exasperated hybrid’s antics, and you weren’t the only one, if the quiet snickering from a hybrid with particularly messy hair was any indication. However you were also grateful to him for being so diligent as he introduced you to everyone.

Slowly, several cat hybrids meandered up to you, some in human form, some in cat form, though some also stayed in place clearly observing everything. You chatted lightly with the ones in human form, while letting the ones in cat form do as they pleased, answering their questions and asking a few of your own.

It was a much more relaxed experience, something you were infinitely grateful for after the sudden chaos of the dog hybrid room, and you had to wonder if the cat hybrids who’d pegged you as a cat person hadn’t been right after all. You were in the middle of quietly talking to a lovely female alpha hybrid named Shimizu when Sugawara’s radio blared to life. Apparently, the front had gotten rather busy and Daichi desperately needed his help.

“Will you be alright if I leave you here?” Sugawara asked you seriously, “This shouldn’t take too long, and Shimizu is more than capable of looking after you.”

“Sure,” you agreed, after a quick glance at the hybrid in question, who gave an acknowledging nod of her head, “I don’t mind.”

“Good,” he agreed with a bright grin, before rounding on the rest of the room, “And all the rest of you better behave or I’ll hear why!”

With one last warning glare around the room he turned on his heel and left, leaving you in Shimizu’s capable hands. The two of you continued to talk amiably as several cat hybrids came by in one form or another to sniff at you or listen in on the conversation from nearby. A number of them only came over for a few minutes, lingered a bit and then left, spreading back out to the room or going into the hallways that led to their private rooms, however a good chunk of them stayed nearby as well.

Chatting lightly with Shimizu and a few of the others you found you really liked the poised and graceful cat hybrid and might’ve looked into adopting her. Unfortunately, Shimizu quickly made it clear that she had some plans of her own, that included getting herself and her young and adorable munchkin kitten hybrid Yachi adopted by one of their frequent visitors.

She was however, more than happy to give her own opinion on some of the other hybrids around, most of whom seemed to respect both her and her opinion a lot. You were listening to Shimizu tell you a bit more about Yachi, who was watching from a safe distance, clearly anxious, but also unwilling to leave, when you felt something paw at your leg.

A quick glance down revealed a long haired fluffy looking cat, in shades of silver and white who was staring up at you expectantly. None of the other cat hybrids had actually dared to touch you, a few coming close, but none making actual moves to greet you.

A little intrigued you crouched down so you’d be closer to his eye level, and extended your hands for him the same way you did for Suna when he was in his cat form, giving him a choice about whether he wanted to be touched or not. The cat hybrid eyed your hands thoughtfully for a minute, before sauntering within reach, nudging his head against your palm.

Taking your cue you allowed yourself to pet him, gently rubbing at his silky ears and enjoying the feeling of his thick, plush coat. His back arched pressing closer into your hands, eyelids lowering in contentment as you carefully massaged your fingers through his fur in a way you knew Suna enjoyed.

A rumbling purr escaped his throat and you couldn’t help the pleased smile that crossed your lips at the sound as he pressed his way closer to your torso, entering the circle of your arms and keeping himself there. You were caught up in petting him for a moment and didn’t immediately notice, but after a few seconds you realized the room had gotten very quiet.

It had been quiet before, as cat hybrids didn’t make a lot of noise in general, but now it was almost deathly still outside the small purring sounds from the cat under your hands. You immediately froze and glanced up at Kiyoko who was watching the two of you with wide eyes.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, more than a bit concerned.

“You pet him,” Shimizu murmured, more to herself than to you.

“Should I not have?” you asked worriedly, moving to pull your hands away, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize. I pet my neighbor’s cat hybrid all the time when he’s in the mood for it.”

The cat hybrid under your hands made a noise of protest as you pulled your hands away, giving Shimizu what you assumed to be a rather annoyed look based on her baffled and slightly contrite expression.

“No,” she assured you quickly, “We like to be pet, physical affection is important to hybrids. It’s just that particular one doesn’t usually allow anyone to touch him.”

“Do you mind?” you asked the hybrid in question, holding out your hands again.

He gave an agreeing mew and pressed his head to your palm, which you assumed meant you could resume petting. The fur under your fingers was clearly well taken care of, soft and plush and you truly wouldn’t have minded continuing to pet him until he got sick of you.

However, you were interrupted by a furious yowling sound that immediately made you jump, your head snapping up to search for the source of the noise. It turned out to be another long haired fluffy cat, this one in shades of gold and white who came charging out of the halls and ran straight at you.

You didn’t even have a second to react as the cat that had been in your arms darted around to hide behind you. Not that it stopped the oncoming golden one who didn’t even bother to go around and instead went right over you, claws digging into your arm as he attempted to get at the silver one.

You let out a yelp of surprise and pain, as he launched himself off your shoulder at the silver cat behind you who immediately darted out of reach, running around you in dizzying circles with the golden one fast on his heels both of them yowling, hissing and spitting, clearly having some kind of argument.

It only took a moment for you to regain your bearings and decide you needed to put an end to whatever this was, since poor Shimizu didn’t look at all ready to step in, an utterly appalled look on her face. Luckily you had quick reflexes and managed to snag both cats around the middle and stand up quickly, the abrupt shift immediately silencing both, no doubt shocked by your interruption.

“I think that’s quite enough of that,” you scolded firmly, as you hefted the two carefully, keeping them firmly separated. They were a bit heavier than they looked but certainly not too much for you to keep aloft.

“You,” you scolded the golden one, gently shaking him, who had turned to stare up at you with wide copper colored eyes, “I don’t know what he did to you or why, but I’m sure whatever it was could’ve been resolved without the ruckus. I also don’t appreciate being climbed on or used as a spring board.

“And you,” you gently shook the silver one in turn, who looked equally surprised to be addressed, “I’m not sure if he deserved whatever you did or not, but you shouldn’t have been causing a ruckus either, and I don’t appreciate you using me as a shield.”

“From what I understand, in order to be here you have to be considered adults,” you continued firmly, “So I suggest you act like it, and figure this out between yourselves without dragging innocent bystanders into your mess!”

With that you loosened your grip, fully expecting both of them to jump to the floor. However, both continued to simply hang limply in your grasp, watching you with curious eyes that you realized rather abruptly were almost completely identical.

“Siblings huh?” you asked no one in particular, nodding to yourself, “I suppose that explains a lot.”

“Are you alright?” Shimizu asked you worriedly, “You’re bleeding.”

A quick glance at your arm showed you were indeed bleeding, small pinpricks of blood welling up from where the golden cat had dug his claws into you. It stung a bit, but you didn’t think it was too bad.

“I’m alright,” you assured her, kneeling down and releasing both cats, since they seemed disinclined to continue fighting, and you wanted your hands free, “Though I’d appreciate some disinfectant and some band aids if you’ve got them.”

“Of course,” Shimizu assured you with a quick nod, “Just let me get them and I’ll be right back.”

The elegant hybrid moved with enviable grace and speed as she exited the room, leaving you alone. A quick look around the room showed that almost every eye was now on you, and you heaved a sigh, not exactly pleased to be the center of attention, especially since none of them did anything but stare, none of them bothering to approach, just look.

You glanced down in surprise when you felt something touching your leg, only to find the golden cat headbutting your shin, rubbing his face against your calf affectionately as he twined his way through your legs.

“Does that mean you’re sorry,” you asked, crouching back down and offering your hands to the pretty, fluffy cat.

He immediately rubbed his face against your hands too, which you took as permission to continue your petting, rubbing your hand affectionately over his head and earning a happy purr from the feline who arched happily into your hands.

You were distracted from your petting by a paw, which came to rest on one of your wrists, the silver cat watching with obvious envy in his pretty copper colored eyes. Luckily for both of you, you had two hands, and you reached out to pet him too after assuring it was okay. The golden cat clearly wasn’t too happy about his brother’s presence, but didn’t kick up a fuss, instead pressing himself closer and becoming more insistent as he purred ever louder. The silver cat didn’t seemed to pay him any attention though, simply soaking up your attention and affection.

“Here,” Shimizu offered as she came back, first aid kit in hand, “Do you need any help getting bandaged up?”

You were about to accept her offer, as attempting to bandage your dominant arm was always a pain, when you felt something strange under your hand. You turned your attention back to the cat hybrids you’d been petting just in time to see the silver one shift, form becoming large, limbs extending, body lengthening and bulking up until he stood in front of you in human form.

You blinked, utterly startled as you stared up at him, taking in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome in his human form, with the same silvery grey hair as his fur in cat form in an undercut and bright bronze eyes that peered out at you from under heavy lids. He had a strong, slightly square jaw and thick eyebrows, with blunt cheekbones and cupids bow lips.

He was also surprisingly big, at least six feet tall, and maybe a bit more than that, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his chest, showing off the definition of his muscles. To top it all off he had two cat ears poking out from his silvery hair and a fluffy tail that was slowly waving back and forth as he looked at you.

“I’ll do it,” he told the two of you, his voice pleasant and lightly accented, his hand held out to Kiyoko gesturing for her to pass him the first aid kit, “I’ll bandage ya up. It’s only fair since the moron who scratched ya is too busy bein’ pampered.”

That earned a hiss from the golden cat, who immediately began to shift under your hands. You watched in surprise and no small amount of awe as he turned into a carbon copy of the other man who’d appeared, only with golden hair, ears and tail. You’d realized the two were related, but you hadn’t realized they were identical twins. Twins were really rare for hybrids, even more rare than human twins. As such they were usually snapped up for adoption right away, so it was rare to see them in any sort of center.

“If ya hadn’t stolen my puddin’ I wouldn’t have chased ya and scratched her in the first place,” the golden cat hybrid hissed at his brother.

“Well if ya hadn’t eaten my onigiri, maybe I wouldn’t have had to eat yer puddin’” the silver haired one retorted, his tone and expression both flatter compared to his sibling who looked like he might lunge at his twin at any moment.

Not wanting to get in the middle of a literal cat fight you held your own hand out to Kiyoko, who gratefully placed the first aid kit in your hands, then plopped down to sit cross legged on the floor. Your sudden movement startled both cat hybrids who turned to look at you, but you pointedly ignored them as you worked on opening the kit, and pulling out the things you’d need.

“Here I got it,” the golden haired one told you, plopping down beside you, “That scrub ain’t right about a lot of things, but he is right about this. I scratched ya, and I should fix ya.”

You gratefully held your arm out to him, and watched as he gently dabbed the scratches with disinfectant, grimacing slightly at the sting. You were distracted enough by his careful movements that you almost didn’t notice the other twin, right up until he gently smeared Neosporin over the scratches, placing small bandages over the deeper punctures.

“Thank you,” you told them both when they finished, automatically reaching up to pet their heads, but then pausing as you realized the gesture might not be as welcome in their human form.

Your worries were quickly allayed through as the golden one practically fell into your palm, soft, happy purring noises leaving his mouth as you gently scratched the base of his ears. His twin however didn’t immediately move for you, and you turned concerned eyes on him, worried he might be offended. The minute he saw you looking though he immediately leaned forward, pressing his head to your palm, his own soft purrs leaving his throat as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“I’m back,” a familiar voice sang, the door to the room sliding open to reveal Sugawara, with a cheerful grin on his face, a grin that was immediately replaced by wide eyed shock as he saw you and the two hybrids who were nearly in your lap with how close they were pressing towards you.

However, shock melted into fury as his eyes saw the open first aid kit and the bandages on your arm, his words nearly a hiss as he demanded, “What happened?!”

Both hybrids immediately stiffened under your hands, drawing closer to you, either looking to protect you or looking for protection you weren’t sure. Either way you allowed it, rubbing your hands over the backs of their necks in a way that always seemed to sooth Suna as you answered, “We just had a bit of a mishap is all, but we’ve cleared it up.”

“Are you sure?” Sugawara demanded anxiously, “We were told when they were brought in that they’d had a bit of trouble before, but they never mentioned that they might attack humans.”

The golden-haired twin seemed to bristle, and if he were in cat form you were sure all his fur would be puffed out as he glared at Sugawara. His twin didn’t look nearly as bothered on the surface, but close as you were, you could see how tight the muscles in his neck and shoulders were as if he was about to spring forward at any moment.

Instinctively you pulled the golden twin toward you, tipping him over into your lap. Despite his size it wasn’t all that difficult given he’d been practically leaning all his weight on you. He let out a yelp of surprise, but stayed still as you buried your fingers in his hair, keeping his cheek pillowed on your thigh. Your other hand gently squeezed the back of the silver twin’s neck, both holding him still and reminding him of your presence.

“It wasn’t an attack, simply an accident,” you assured Sugawara, as you soothed your thumb over the tense muscles of the silver one’s neck, hoping to get him to relax, “A bit like what happened with the dog hybrid earlier.”

“If you’re sure,” Sugawara told you, watching your pet the twins with wide eyes, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, “Does that mean you’ve decided to take them then? I know you were a little worried about adopting one hybrid so I never imagined you’d want two at once.”

“What?” you asked, a little overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of information, and the assumption he’d made.

“You’d have to take both of them,” Sugawara explained gently, “Admittedly sometimes twins are separated, but we don’t do that unless they want to be separated, and in this case both of them have stated they want to stay together.”

“That makes sense,” you agreed, with a smile. It was good that the center accommodated things like that, and you made a mental note to thank Ojirou for directing you to such an upstanding place.

“Should I get paperwork started?” Sugawara asked, with an answering smile, “If you’re taking the twins it will take a bit more work than usual, so I’d like to get started right away. No pressure though, you don’t have to make a decision today if you don’t want to.”

“I hadn’t really thought about adopting them,” you admitted, and felt both twins stiffen under your hands, so hurried to reassure them, “We haven’t had a chance to chat much yet. I’d like to talk to them a little bit first before we make any decisions.”

“Of course,” the kindly hybrid agreed with an understanding nod, “We’ll give the three of you some space and let you get to know one another a bit better.”

“Thank you,” you told him politely, waiting until he’d ushered Kiyoko a little bit away, clearly trying to give you some sense of privacy despite the fact that they were still well within earshot for hybrids, and likely interrogate the elegant female about what exactly had happened while he was gone.

“Do ya not want us,” the golden haired one asked you, once the two were gone, rolling over in your lap to peer up at you with wide copper eyes, the hint of a pout on his lips, and a little bit of hurt in his eyes.

“I don’t know yet,” you told him honestly, gently stroking his golden hair away from his eyes, “We don’t know each other, yet do we? Do you even know if you want to come with me?”

The two cat hybrids glanced at each other, clearly communicating silently with each other for a moment before turning back to you. The golden haired one had apparently been elected spokesperson because he was the one to admit, “We wouldn’t mind goin’ home with ya.”

“But you don’t even know my name, do you? And I don’t know yours either,” you pointed out, utterly baffled that they’d apparently already decided.

“I heard mister pleasant over there when he introduced ya,” the silver haired one told you with a shrug, “But if it matters so much to ya, I’m Miya Osamu and he’s Atsumu.”

“I can introduce myself ya know,” the golden haired on hissed, doing his best to glare at his brother, though you were sure the effect was entirely lost considering he was apparently refusing to move from your lap and was upside down, “And I didn’t get to hear yer name.”

“That’s because ya were sulkin’ in our room,” Osamu pointed out.

“And whose fault is that huh?” Atsumu demanded with a grimace.

“Yer own,” Osamu countered, looking utterly bored as he peered down at his brother. Atsumu made to lunge out of your lap, but was stopped by your hand pressed firmly to his forehead holding him in place. You took advantage of his moment of distraction to introduce yourself, gently rubbing behind his ears until he started purring again.

“And ya wonder why we want to go with ya,” Osamu told you sardonically, watching the two of you, “I ain’t ever seen anybody who could get ahold of Tsumu like that.”

“Do the two of you always squabble like that?” you asked, a little amused and a little concerned, “If I didn’t know better I would’ve thought one of you was a dog hybrid with how well you’re getting along right now.”

“It ain’t always so bad,” Osamu told you, turning his face away though you thought you saw the faintest hint of pink to his cheeks, “We’re just a little restless is all. We haven’t been here long so it’s just new, not as much freedom as we’re used to either bein’ cooped up for most of the day.”

“Surely they let you out if you want out,” you questioned, a little appalled that the center might be keeping hybrids like prisoners.

“Well sure,” Osamu answered turning back to you, his head tilted to the side as he studied you, “But there are only so many places a hybrid is allowed without an owner ya know.”

You winced slightly at the blunt statement, but couldn’t refute it. The law stated that all hybrids had to have a registered owner, and it was then up to that owner to set limits on the hybrid, about where they could go and what they could do. This was because if the hybrid caused any trouble, it was always on its owner to take responsibility which made things quite limited for them at times. There were lobbyists working to change that of course, as it was viewed as inhumane, but for now the law was the law.

“Did you have more freedom before here then?” you asked curiously, “I’ve heard this place is pretty good.”

“It’s not bad,” Atsumu piped in, his voice content and rumbly as he turned languid eyes in your direction, clearly not wanting to be left out of the conversation, “Better than the first center we were at when we first went up for adoption.”

“So you’ve been adopted before? Or did you just get moved from one of the other centers?” you asked curiously, only to have Atsumu go absolutely rigid under your hands as Osamu hissed at him, clearly angry with his brother, who’d apparently revealed something he shouldn’t if the way he shrank away instead of hissing back said anything.

You glanced between the two of them warily, unsure what to do as Atsumu pulled himself out of your lap so he could look at Osamu. The two of them were clearly communicating, both their tails swishing back and forth in clear agitation.

“We had an owner,” Osamu admitted at last, his words clearly careful as he peered at you from underneath the fringe of his hair, “But we didn’t get along with him so he surrendered us ta the shelter again and they sent us here.”

A part of you really wanted to ask why exactly they hadn’t gotten along with their old owner, but given the way Atsumu was refusing to meet your eyes, his nails practically digging into his thighs where he sat next to you, you got the feeling it would be kinder not to. Instead you carefully redirected the conversation back on topic and asked, “And what makes you think you’ll get along better with me than your previous owner?”

“Yer nothin’ like him,” Osamu told you bluntly, effectively shutting that avenue of conversation down.

“If you say so,” you told him calmly, holding his gaze until he glanced away, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

It was clearly a sensitive topic, and you didn’t want to push. You’d just met the two of them today after all, you certainly wouldn’t have liked it if they tried to pry into your past, fair was fair after all.

“What do you picture yourselves doing all day?” you asked instead, figuring you might as well.

“Doing?” Atsumu repeated confused, tilting his head in a manner that you couldn’t help but find rather adorable.

“I’ll be at work most of the day during the week,” you explained patiently, “Which means you’ll be by yourselves for quite a bit of time. You’d be more than welcome to laze around if you really wanted to, but I figured I’d ask.”

“What kind of things are we allowed to do?” Osamu asked slowly, a strange look on his face that you couldn’t quite interpret.

“Anything within reason,” you told him with a helpless shrug, “I have money, it’s not an issue, so long as it’s legal, and doesn’t have the potential to hurt me, you or anyone else then I see no reason to place restrictions. My neighbor has a dog-hybrid who works a small rice farm that Ojirou bought him, but his cat-hybrid Suna spends most of his time either lounging around their apartment or playing sports with some of the other hybrids who live in the neighborhood.”

“Which sport?” Atsumu asked, eyes bright, all hesitation forgotten in the face of this new information.

“Volleyball I think,” you told him with a shrug, “Ojirou and I have gone to watch a few games, though I don’t think it’s just volleyball either.”

If Atsumu had been a dog-hybrid you were sure his tail would’ve been wagging a hundred miles an hour with how eager he looked, copper eyes bright in his face as he told you, “I like volleyball. Do you think he’d let me play?”

“You’d have to take it up with Suna, but I don’t see why he wouldn’t,” you admitted cautiously, earning a happy smile from the hybrid.

“What about you Osamu?” you prompted gently, “Do you play too, or is there something else you’re interested in?”

The silver furred hybrid looked startled to be addressed, but then slowly admitted, “I like to cook.”

“That’s amazing,” you praised, “I live on take out a lot of the time, unless I’m headed over to Ojirou’s or Kita, his dog-hybrid makes an extra bento for me. I really should cook more, but I tend to be on the go a lot and don’t want to dedicate the time.”

“It’s a bit of a shame though,” you admitted, feeling more than a bit sheepish, “One of the best features of my apartment is the kitchen and I hardly ever use it.”

You continued to chat lightly with the twins learning quite a bit about the two of them in the process. Atsumu was definitely the louder twin, always eager and a bit blunt with his words, always saying the first thing that came to mind. Osamu was quieter than his twin, letting his golden furred brother do most of the talking for the two of them. He wasn’t necessarily shy per se, and would answer when spoken to, but he seemed content for the most part to quietly observe before adding his two cents in.

The two of them together were utterly charming, which made you wonder just how they hadn’t been adopted yet. You were fairly sure it must have something to do with the reason they’d been returned to their adoption center, though for the life of you, you couldn’t guess what that reason might’ve been.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sugawara cut in gently, interrupting Atsumu telling you all about the last volleyball game he’d played in, “But the center is closing to visitors in a few minutes.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized immediately, hurriedly scrambling to your feet, feeling more than a bit guilty, “I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten.”

“That’s alright,” Sugawara assured you with a kind smile, “It sounds like the three of you are getting along well.”

“I think so,” you admitted, glancing at the twins who’d both risen to their feet as well, both of them far more graceful than you could ever hope to be.

Both of them were watching you, Atsumu with tentative hope clear on his face, and Osamu completely unreadable except for the agitated twitch of his tail which told you he wasn’t pleased your conversation had been interrupted.

“I’m glad,” Sugawara told you, “Do we have any kind of decision made?”

“I…” you started glancing between the twins, who were both looking at you. Gut instinct meant you wanted to say yes. You’d gotten along well and you thought you might continue to enjoy one another’s company. They seemed like they’d slot into your life pretty easily. However you were still a bit hesitant. Adopting one hybrid had seemed like a big deal, but adopting two?

Plus you’d only met them today. Maybe you were being overly cautious but a single day didn’t seem like nearly enough time to get to know someone before inviting them to live with you, no matter how much your heart urged you to say yes.

“Actually, it doesn’t matter,” Sugawara interrupted, an apologetic expression on his face, pulling you from your thoughts as he explained, “We wouldn’t have time to finish the paperwork before it’s time to close, so you wouldn’t be able to take them home with you anyway, not today at least.”

“But…!” Atsumu tried to protest, but quelled as Sugawara shot him a stern look.

“I think that it will be good for all of you to sleep on your decision,” the cat-hybrid told all three of you firmly, gently beginning to usher you from the room, before telling you, “You can come back tomorrow if you like. We’re open at the same times then.”

“Alright,” you agreed, following after him without a fuss, only to pause in your tracks at a heartbreaking mewling sound.

You turned around to see Atsumu staring after you with devastation written all over his handsome features, his hand outstretched like he was trying to reach out and physically stop you from leaving. Before you’d really thought about it your feet had carried you back, and you’d pulled the hybrid into your arms.

Atsumu clutched you tightly, burying his face in your neck and rubbing his cheek against yours in a move you recognized as scenting. You let him do as he pleased without protest, gently running your fingers through his soft golden hair. However, you were conscious of Sugawara waiting for you, so you gently extracted yourself after a few minutes.

Turning you saw Osamu watching you with an unreadable expression on his face, but you stepped toward him, offering your open arms anyway, waiting patiently. You were rewarded for that patience as he stepped into your hold, nuzzling at you the same way his twin had on the opposite side.

“I’ll come back,” you found yourself promising, “I have work tomorrow, but after I’ll be here.”

Osamu drew back and peered into your face, copper eyes boring into your own, clearly searching for something before nodding, “We’ll hold ya to that.”

You let Sugawara usher you out after that, but found yourself tearing up a bit as you followed after him. You desperately didn’t want to leave the twins behind. Somehow, someway you’d gotten terribly attached to them in just a few short hours.

Your sniffling apparently caught Sugawara’s attention, because he turned around and hurriedly fumbled a packet of tissues from one of his pockets.

“I’m sorry,” he told you apologetically, “I thought maybe you wanted more time to think things over. We can still do paperwork tonight if you want I don’t mind staying a bit late.”

You looked at him, startled that he’d apparently picked up on your hesitation as you gratefully accepted the tissues, dabbing at your eyes and blowing your nose before replying, “No, no you’re right. It’s not a decision I should make impulsively. I do want to think it over I just…”

You trailed off helplessly, unsure what to say or how to explain that you’d gotten incredibly attached and were currently having a crisis as your head and heart were at war with each other. However, Sugawara apparently understood as he nodded in clear sympathy.

“Don’t worry,” he assured you, “That’s completely understandable, adopting a hybrid is no small thing. Those troublesome twins will still be here waiting for you tomorrow, so take all the time you need to think it over.”

“I will,” you told him, then tacked on sincerely, “Thank you, for all your help today. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he told you with a bright, pleased smile as he walked you to the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” you agreed with a smile, letting yourself out and heading back for your car.

The drive home your thoughts were absolutely full of the twins, and what it might be like to have them with you. Your heart and your mind were at war with one another, your heart desperate to run back to the center as soon as it opened in the morning for the cat hybrids, and your head worrying about what it might mean to have both of them and why they’d been returned to the center by their previous owner.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you almost didn’t notice Suna as you walked passed Ojirou’s door, headed to your own.

“What is that?” Suna demanded, his voice making you pause in your tracks.

“What is what?” you asked him baffled as he strode toward you nose in the air, clearly picking up something.

“You smell like hybrid,” he informed you his tone accusatory, watching you with narrowed golden eyes.

“Do I?” you asked mildly.

“You do,” he affirmed, “Doesn’t she Kita?”

“Doesn’t she what?” the collie hybrid asked, emerging from somewhere deeper in the apartment.

“Smell like hybrid,” Suna explained, his tail twitching languidly behind him and eyes alight with interest.

“You do,” Kita agreed, after carefully scenting the air, “Two of them actually.”

“Really?” Suna asked, clearly surprised, moving closer to sniff at you again, “You sure?”

You held still, too used to his behavior to be bothered by it, partly amused and partly annoyed at the cat hybrid who was clearly digging for information.

“Yes I’m sure,” Kita told him calmly, “They’re very similar, but there.”

“They’re identical twins,” you explained, figuring the jig was up anyway, and hoping maybe Ojirou or Kita would have some advice that might help you with your quandary.

“Ho?” Suna asked a purr of interest in his voice as he inhaled and nodded to himself, then asked slyly, “And what were you doing with these twins to have their scent on you so thoroughly?”

“Is Ojirou home?” you asked Kita, completely ignoring Suna’s question, earning a chuckle of amusement from the Siamese.

“He’s here,” Kita agreed, “Did you need to speak with him?”

“Both of you, if you have a minute?” you questioned hopefully.

“For you? Always,” Kita assured you kindly ushering you in.

“Oya, I think I’m hurt,” Suna told you as he followed along behind, a feline smirk on his face, “What about me? Don’t you want my advice too? After all they’re cat hybrids aren’t they?”

“They are,” you agreed with a huff as you plopped into your normal chair, “But are you going to give me good advice, or are you going to say whatever you think will be most amusing for you?”

“What’s this about cat-hybrids?” Ojirou asked, emerging from the hallway, where Kita had gone to fetch him.

“She’s thinking about adopting twin cat-hybrids,” Suna informed him before you had the chance to speak up, smug as the cat who got the canary.

“Are you really?” Ojirou questioned with a grin, taking his own seat.

“Yes,” you agreed, shooting the smug Siamese a look for interrupting and stealing your thunder, “I went to that adoption center you recommended today.”

“That’s great,” Ojirou told you, leaning forward in his chair eagerly, “How did it go?”

You explained your meeting with the twins, happily accepting the drink Kita pressed into your hands, which was your favorite, as the collie hybrid got everyone settled and then settled in himself to listen. You talked about how much you liked them, but your wariness about getting not one but two hybrids, and the strange issue with them having a previous owner and being so cagey about it.

“I can see why you’re wary about used goods,” Suna noted.

“Don’t call them that,” you snapped, despite the fact that you could hear the tinge of sarcasm in his voice and knew he didn’t really mean it, unable to help yourself, “people aren’t like items, and shouldn’t be treated like them.”

“She’s right,” Kita told the Siamese sternly, “Even as a joke, that was a rude way to refer to them.”

Suna slouched in his seat, looking thoroughly chastised as he admitted, “I know you don’t see them like that. You’ve always treated us just like normal people.”

“That’s because you are just like normal people,” you told him, stroking your fingers through his hair to let him know you forgave him, “Just with enhanced senses and a different set of instincts at times.”

“I don’t know why you think you need our advice,” Ojirou pointed out reasonably, “It sounds like you’ve pretty much already made up your mind, you clearly adore them already.”

“It’s just a lot,” you admitted, “Do you think I can handle twin hybrids? Especially since I’ve never even had one before? I mean, I’m not like you, none of my family ever had one growing up, and the only ones I really know are Kita, Suna, and a couple that come into the office with Tendou from time to time.”

“We’re not exactly children,” Kita reasoned, logically, “We don’t actually require all that much care outside of the basics, which I know you’re monetarily able to provide, and companionship, which is the whole reason you decided to seek out a hybrid in the first place. One or two, does it really matter? It might even be better as they’ll be able to keep each other company if they get lonely when you’re gone, and I see no reason we can’t help you look after them too.”

“You’d do that?” you asked the collie hybrid, surprised.

“Of course,” he agreed with a tiny smile, “We’re friends are we not?”

You smiled at him, touched, and extremely reassured by his ever cool logic. It did make sense, and quelled some of your worries, plus knowing the extremely reliable hybrid would help you out if you needed it was incredibly comforting.

“I wouldn’t worry about them being returned to their center,” Suna told you, surprisingly serious, “Hybrids get returned for all sorts of reasons, but most of the time its owner incompatibility rather than behavioral issues. Plus that center wouldn’t let you adopt them if they thought they’d give you trouble.”

“But Sugawara did say they’d heard the twins gave someone trouble,” you admitted, recalling the conversation with the worried cat-hybrid.

“Yes, but they didn’t give you trouble,” Suna pointed out, “We cat hybrids tend to make up our minds pretty quickly about people. It sounds like they decided they liked you, and unless something really terrible happens they’ll keep liking you, we’re terribly stubborn that way.”

“If you’re really worried you can always ask the center about it,” Ojirou told you, “They keep records, and would probably tell you, especially if it’s a concern about their adoptability.”

“I don’t want to pry into something and lose their trust,” you admitted, even as part of you was incredibly tempted to do just that.

“Then maybe try asking if the center if they think whatever the issue was, will be an issue with you,” Suna reasoned, “And if they say no then let it lie and adopt them, and if they say maybe or yes, then tell the twins you can’t accept them if they can’t tell you what the issue was.”

“That seems fair to me,” Kita agreed with a nod, “Just make sure you’re honest and tell them you asked, just in case.”

“Okay,” you agreed, letting out a relieved breath, “Okay that sounds really reasonable to me. It’s just… do you think I’m rushing into this too fast? I mean going to the center today was an impulse.”

“I don’t think so,” Ojirou assured her thoughtfully, “You’ve been thinking about it for a while, haven’t you?”

“She’s put so much thought into it she’s actually over thought it,” Suna interjected wryly before you had a chance to answer.

You made a face at him but couldn’t actually argue. He might have a point about overthinking it. Reassured you spent a good couple hours talking with your neighbor and the two hybrids as they answered more of your questions, and you told them about the twins.

Eventually however you headed home, determined now to get at least a little bit prepared for the arrival of your two new housemates tomorrow. Luckily it wasn’t dirty, but running a load of laundry and doing a little vacuuming never hurt anyone. You didn’t have a whole lot for them and didn’t know what kind of things they might have or need, but hopefully your office with pull out futon and guest bedroom would suffice for now until you could take them shopping.

Falling into bed that night you let yourself feel your excitement for the first time. You were adopting a hybrid, not just one but adorable twin hybrids. You couldn’t wait to bring them home and maybe put an end to your loneliness once and for all.

Osamu glanced slowly around the room, trying not to look at his twin, the clock, or the doors to the main area of the shared living space the way Atsumu was. Yesterday had been a bit of a revelation. He’d never actually expected to approach the woman who’d shown up looking to adopt. After what happened with their last owner he’d never expected to ever actually want to be adopted again. However, somehow he’d found himself entranced by her, and he had no one but himself to blame.

When he’d initially strolled over, it was because he’d known via his bond to his older twin that he’d finally realized that Osamu had snagged his pudding for himself and was throwing a fit about it. He’d thought that his twin wouldn’t dare make a fuss if he was with a potential owner.

The rules of this place were pretty lax compared to the first center they’d lived in. It allowed them a lot more freedoms. It let them come and go from their rooms as they pleased rather than on a regimented schedule, and allowed them to turn down any potential adopter that they didn’t like, which had felt utterly shocking and unprecedented when he’d first been told about it. They gave them a small allowance they could spend or save as they chose, and even let them deal with their heats and ruts in whatever way they chose, including with other tenants so long as birth control was used.

It honestly felt like heaven compared to the first center they’d been at, and maybe even better than living with their previous owner even before everything had gone to shit. He wasn’t sure he’d even ever wanted to leave, which he’d been assured by several other tenants was also an option if he so desired.

However, the one rule that was the same between both centers was that they weren’t allowed to cause trouble with the humans that came looking to adopt. This was only good sense considering how much the law favored humans in cases of hybrid vs human issues. However, unlike the first center they’d lived, this one at least didn’t threaten to put them down if they misbehaved.

They’d been young back then, everyone in that center was, all of them below the age of twenty-one, because anyone who reached their twenty-second birthday disappeared and was never seen again. Thus he hadn’t known it was actually against the law to kill hybrids, none of them had known and the caretakers had perpetuated the rumor that those who reached twenty-two were killed instead of shipped off to other centers in order to make them that much more desperate to be adopted.

It had made him more than a bit bitter once he’d been with their new owner long enough to learn more about what was and wasn’t allowed when it came to human hybrid interactions. The man had actually found their previous beliefs amusing and had laughed at them more than once for being so naïve.

It was positively galling, and had made his hackles rise more than once. However he’d known better than to lash out and had better impulse control than Atsumu who’d been punished by their previous owner more than once for acting aggressively. Fortunately, Osamu had never liked being made fun of, and spite was a powerful motivator, meaning he’d practically memorized any and all of the laws that had to do with hybrids.

It meant the few times their owner had toed the line with Atsumu’s punishments that he’d been able to cite the law to pull him back, right up until their owner had decided he no longer cared and pushed too far, leading to them being removed from his home and put back up for adoption at this new center.

They had been here for just over a month and while several people had been interested in adopting the ‘rare gold and silver hybrid twins’ he had absolutely refused to engage with any of them. It was probably why that female alpha hybrid had been so shocked when he’d first approached.

He’d fully intended to just use the human to keep Atsumu at bay, right up until she’d crouched down and offered her hands to him and he’d gotten a whiff of her scent. He’d known from the few lessons their ma had bothered to teach them that hybrids relied a lot more on their sense of smell than humans did, and that scent was the basis of the instinct that told them who would be a good mate and who wouldn’t.

He’d originally thought compatibility could only be found with other hybrids, after all he’d met plenty of humans before both when he’d lived in the adoption centers and with his previous owner and never once had he gotten a hint of compatibility with any of them. He thought he could be forgiven for completely losing his head and giving over to his instincts as he caught the scent of the most compatible person he’d ever met.

Her scent was honestly indescribable, and his instincts had him purring within seconds as he tried to rub her scent all over himself. She’d obliged, petting him with fingers that had felt magical, her touch kind and soothing and perfect as she rubbed his ears, carded fingers through his fur and rubbed her hand along his back.

He’d been lost in a dizzy haze of touch and scent and probably would’ve remained that way if not for the fury of his brother, which had jolted him out of it. It had been like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head pulling him from his happy haze and reminding him of the whole reason he’d come up to the human in the first place.

He probably should’ve run off, but hadn’t been able to bring himself to move very far, instead darting around to hide behind her. He’d thought that once Atsumu saw her he’d stop and at least hold off attempting to get vengeance until later, but he’d overestimated his brother again, who was apparently more incensed than he’d guessed about the lost pudding.

Instinct had kicked in and before he’d really thought about it he was running away from his brother, darting around her legs in a game of chase that was both amusing and a bit annoying, especially when he could tell how much it was pissing his brother off, his sibling’s annoyance pulsing down their bond in waves of sparks.

He wasn’t sure how long it would’ve continued, as they’d actually run around like this until someone got tired before, usually Atsumu as he got fed up and didn’t have the patience to keep going. However, he’d suddenly found himself plucked right up into the air.

He’d been amused when she’d scolded Atsumu, though the amusement had faded a bit when she’d decided to scold him too, leaving him feeling properly chastised. He’d been more than a bit pissed off with his brother when he’d realized the nice smelling woman was bleeding because of him, though there’d also been a small frisson of fear, wondering what the consequences would be.

However, to his surprise she hadn’t actually seemed all that angry with either of them. Instead she’d immediately accepted Atsumu’s apologies as his brother, who’d managed to get a lungful of her scent had cuddled up to her. He could feel Atsumu’s deep interest in the human. His brother clearly also scented compatibility with her, which wasn’t surprising given they’d shared almost everything else in their lives.

He’d found himself more than a little bit jealous as he’d watched his brother soak up her attention. It had always been like that to an extent. Atsumu had always been the more outgoing one, the one who attracted attention, who wore his heart on his sleeve and somehow managed to win people over despite his often crass personality. Osamu had always kind of faded into the background as he was much quieter and had better control over his emotions, the silver to his gold, the shadow to his light.

Normally he didn’t mind, but this time being forgotten had stung. They’d always competed with each other, but most of the time he’d been humoring his brother, or simply hadn’t wanted Atsumu to win rather than wanting the prize of winning himself. This time though it had felt like more than that. No way was he going to let his brother steal her all to himself.

Before he’d really thought about it he’d reached out a paw, and to her credit she’d immediately offered him a sweet smile and resumed her wonderful petting. Atsumu hadn’t been pleased, but he hadn’t cared a bit.

It hadn’t surprised him at all that when Shimizu had come back with the first aid kit that Atsumu had insisted on taking over when he’d been the one to offer first. The two of them had continued to quietly compete over her attention as they fixed up her scratches, though he could at least feel his brother’s guilt for inflicting them on her in the first place, which did help sooth some of his annoyance with his older twin.

It was utterly gratifying that even when she had Atsumu literally in the palm of her hand, she’d still looked for him too. He’d tried to shove the feeling down and away, trying to remind himself that neither he nor his brother actually wanted another owner, but found it wasn’t working well. The combination of her scent and her fingers as she massaged her fingers through his hair enough to make him want to curl up in her lap and never leave.

He’d thought they might get in trouble when Sugawara returned. His fellow silver cat-hybrid belonged to the owner of the center, and took his job very seriously. He wouldn’t allow any of them to make trouble, and while he respected him, and admittedly envied him a bit for the clear trusting and loving relationship he had with his owner it didn’t stop him from wanting to claw his eyes out for bringing up their past in front of her.

Right when he was considering attempting to verbally eviscerate the other hybrid and damn the consequences his brother’s shock had pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned just in time to see her pull his twin into her lap. The feel of her hand gently squeezing his neck from behind practically made him limp with pleasure as Atsumu’s own bliss at being so close to her combined with his own to thoroughly distract the two of them, though not so much he didn’t notice her excusing their behavior and ensuring they didn’t get in trouble.

However, both of them had snapped to attention when the other hybrid had asked her if she wanted to adopt the two of them. He’d been able to feel his twin’s building hope, his impulsive brother apparently forgetting all about not wanting another owner, already clearly more than half in love with her despite not even knowing her for a day.

It was a trait he both hated and envied in his twin, the ability to be so impulsive, to move on so quickly and let go of past hurts. It wasn’t something he was capable of. He knew he was a grudge holder and far slower to trust than his brother was. He liked to think it served him well and kept him from being as naïve as Atsumu could be, though there were times it made things difficult too.

He’d been unsure whether he wanted her to state her intention to adopt them or not, right up until she’d said she hadn’t even considered it. It stung more than he’d expected, his own small hurt amplified by his brother’s though both of them had been somewhat soothed by her explanation that she wanted to know them better.

It was extremely reasonable and made him like her all the more, knowing she was the cautious type, more like him than like Atsumu, even if he simultaneously wished she’d been a little more impulsive just this one time and said yes instead. Though he found himself heartened by her honesty. That she’d actually asked them if they wanted to go with her rather than making any sort of assumption had settled things for him.

He hadn’t needed Atsumu’s silent pleading to forget their original plans to agree that maybe they should give this human a chance, though it did make it easier in the end to agree as he wasn’t the only one who wanted it.

They’d both tried to win her over, and though they’d accidentally fallen into squabbling more than once she’d handled it like a champ, not at all put off and even amused by it if the smile was any indication. However, despite the fact that they were the ones trying to win her over, it seemed every word she spoke was actually meant to win them over instead.

She was nothing like their previous owner, who’d been strict with his rules and harsh with his punishments. In fact she didn’t speak about punishments at all. He wasn’t naïve enough to think there wouldn’t be any if they misbehaved, but the freedoms she was offering in turn more than made up for anything she might throw their way.

The biggest hiccup had been when Atsumu mentioned their previous owner. The horror and guilt he’d felt from his twin was the only reason he’d managed to keep himself from doing more than hiss at him. His stomach had sunk when she’d gently pressed them for answers, but he knew they had to give her something.

He’d tried to give her as little as possible unwilling to volunteer the information, both because he hated even thinking about their time with their previous owner and because he was afraid she might somehow decide she didn’t want them because of it. In the end she’d changed the subject herself, and not brought it up again, but as she’d walked away from them with Sugawara, leaving them behind he’d wondered rather despairingly if that hadn’t been a mistake.

It didn’t matter that she’d turned around to comfort them when Atsumu had been unable to keep his heartbreak quiet. He’d known the minute she walked out the doors the chances of her coming back were slim to none. That was the other thing that remained consistent between this shelter and the last. Once a potential owner walked away claiming they needed to ‘think on it’ they never came back.

Still he hadn’t been able to turn away from her embrace, or to stop himself from scent marking the opposite side of your neck from the one his twin had claimed, laying his own personal stamp with the faint hope it would remind you to come back for them. However, no matter what you’d said, he couldn’t bring himself to hope. He knew hoping would only lead to more disappointment, and he wasn’t like Atsumu he wouldn’t be able to bounce back from it.

Not that his twin was making it easy on him. His brother’s hope was so fierce it was almost painful and he could feel the slightly desperate edge to it. He’d gotten attached to her, not that he could blame him, he was more attached than he wanted to be too. However unlike him, Atsumu had fill faith you were coming back, so much so he’d actually packed up his room into the bags they’d brought from his old place and was ready to go.

Nothing Osamu or any of the others, who also seemed to understand how small the chance was that she’d come back for them, said could sway him. The moment it had passed three o’clock Atsumu had brought hjs bags out to the shared living area and began to sit vigil, waiting for her to come back.

Stubborn as ever his twin had ignored all the pitying looks sent his way and the fact that slowly but surely time had slipped by, leaving just half an hour until they were supposed to close. Though his face was resolute, his brother wasn’t actually stupid and Osamu knew it was only stubborn pride keeping him in place. He could feel the slow onset of his twin’s hurt and despair as each minute ticked down.

He’d contemplated leaving him, going to his own room to wallow, but he knew he could never abandon his twin. They’d been through everything together, and he certainly wasn’t going to leave him now.

He was trying to figure out if he could coax his brother into leaving his post when the door swung open, revealing Sugawara, who had a wide beaming smile on his face. His fellow silver hybrid cast a quick glance behind him before ushering his follower into the room.

He barely caught a glimpse of her before his brother practically launched himself at her, but it was enough to freeze him in his place, because it was her. She’d actually come back after all.

His brother had wrapped himself around her, burying his face in her neck and clinging to her like favorite a stuffed toy, not that she seemed to mind, if the hands she was running over his hair and back meant anything. He couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, the words too quiet to hear over the sudden near painful hope and the rapid beat of his own heart at the thought that she’d come for them.

Atsumu’s joy was practically burning through him, combined with his restored faith and smug satisfaction that he’d been right all along about her coming back for them. It probably should’ve annoyed him, but he found that all he could really feel was a bone deep sort of relief.

“Where’s your brother?” she asked, as she finally managed to gently extract herself a bit from his twin’s embrace, though he noticed he didn’t let go entirely, one of his hands laced firmly with hers.

He immediately stood, letting himself fall back into his more human skin as he made his way toward them, not waiting for his brother to out him. She seemed to spot him immediately and the relieved smile on her face was enough to make his traitorous heart skip a beat.

“Osamu,” she greeted warmly, more warmly than he thought he’d ever been greeted by anyone before as she opened her free arm in an inviting gesture. It was maybe a little pathetic how readily he accepted that embrace, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, as he fell into her hold, face automatically nuzzling against the side of her neck that Atsumu had left unclaimed. A rumbling purr left his lips as he felt her press her face against his affectionately, as he allowed himself to cling to her for a bit.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she murmured to him quietly, her arm squeezing affectionately around his waist, genuine regret in her tone, “My boss made me stay a little longer than usual, and then there was an accident on the freeway. I called ahead though and Sugawara has almost all the paperwork done. I just need to collect the two of you, do some signing and we’ll go home okay?”

“Really? Yer takin’ us home?” he almost didn’t recognize his own voice given how weak it sounded, the quaver in it making him feel utterly ridiculous and overly emotional, something that was supposed to be his twin’s job, and frustrated him enough that he bit his lip nearly hard enough to bleed as he wrestled with himself, trying to get back in control of his emotions.

“Yeah, as long as you want to come, then I’ll gladly take you,” she offered with a gentle smile that made his heart squeeze nearly painfully in his chest, “Though there’s something I need to admit to first.”

He froze a little at that, staring at her anxiously as Atsumu also looked on, his blabbermouth brother finally silent and clearly wary. She carefully released him, though she still reached for his hand, peering between the two of them, anxious but also obviously determined. He allowed her to grasp her fingers, squeezing them automatically, anxiety making his heartrate skyrocket and bile rise in his throat.

“I asked the center about your previous owner,” she confessed, the words automatically making his heart drop, as he wondered numbly what they could’ve told her. Had she asked for the details? Was she afraid now? Had she changed her mind or decided to add some stipulations to their adoption?”

“I didn’t ask for details,” she clarified, her voice managing to cut through the haze of panic that had been rising in his chest, “All I asked was if they thought whatever had happened with your previous owner would cause trouble for me, or put any of us in any sort of danger.”

That didn’t actually sound so bad, and was even fairly reasonable the storm of hurt and anger that had been building behind his anxiety slowly dispersing the more he thought about it. He noticed that his grip on her hand had loosened a bit, and he retightened his hold, hoping the center had responded in a way that reassured her. Given that she was here, talking to them, he thought it wasn’t unreasonable to be hopeful.

“They said none of us would be in any danger, otherwise they never would’ve offered to take you both in, in the first place, and that they were sure you’d be alright with me,” she explained, her hand gently squeezing his in return.

He wasn’t sure if the bone deep relief he felt was his or his brother’s but he couldn’t bring himself to care, too caught up in the surging hope that followed it as she asked, “So, even knowing that I asked that, are the two of you still willing to come home with me?”

“O course we want to go with ya, right Samu?” his brother replied instantly, nuzzling into her neck insistently, clearly begging for attention, attention she seemed more than willing to give if the affectionate smile on her face was any indication. When she looked at him for confirmation all he could do was nod in agreement, unable to find the words for how very much he did want it and unwilling to sound ridiculous again.

The next half hour passed in a strange almost dream like haze, as he packed himself up, his smug brother clinging to her and gloating over how he was already finished, soaking up her attention as he made a mental note to get back at his annoying twin later. Once he finished packing all there really was, was a couple of signatures before he found himself in a nice car that was speeding along the highway.

Atsumu was chatting away in the front seat, practically bouncing as he asked their amused new owner anything that popped into his head as he tried to digest what had happened. Somehow, someway, they had an owner again.

You smiled to yourself as you listened to Atsumu babble away happily in the seat next to you. The golden furred twin hadn’t stopped bouncing since you’d showed up at the shelter, clearly over the moon that you’d come back for him. Osamu was quiet in the back seat, and you might’ve been worried he was happy to come with you if not for the way he’d scent marked you, almost frantically his hand clutched tightly to yours as you’d signed the paperwork to take them home.

It was pretty clear both twins had thought you weren’t coming back for them, and it had broken your heart a bit, and made you even more resolute that you’d done the right thing for all of you. You’d been anxious the whole day to get back to them, not nearly as focused on work as you probably should’ve been, which had been part of the reason for your delay in the first place.

You’d panicked more than a bit when you’d encountered the accident on the way there, afraid that you’d break your promise to the twins. It had only been Sugawara’s kind voice, assuring you that he’d start the paperwork while you drove and even stay open late if necessary for you to get there, that had kept your guilt and panic at bay.

Now that you had them with you weren’t quite sure how you felt. Dazed that it was actually happening, excited for what the future might bring, and a little anxious about all the changes you’d have to make in your life even as you looked forward to those changes more than anything.

However, before you headed for home there were a couple things you needed to do first. Luckily you would hopefully find everything you needed in one place, at least for today. You wanted to give them time to settle in a bit, more shopping could come later when they’d decided what they needed.

“Where’s this?” Atsumu asked, pausing in his excited babble to look at you with confusion, as you pulled into the large parking lot, “Ya don’t live here do ya?”

“Don’t be stupid,” his brother huffed from the backseat, “Yer gonna make her think we’re some kind of bumpkins, ya know what a mall is Tsumu.”

“O course I know what a mall is,” Atsumu blustered, twisting around in his seat to glare at his twin, “I just thought maybe she had an apartment nearby is all. Who knows how rich people live?”

You huffed in amusement, reaching out without thought to ruffle his ears affectionately. The golden haired hybrid froze for a minute under your touch, and you wondered if you’d done something wrong, freezing as well, before a rumbling purr left his chest as he pressed his head further into your hand.

“You’re too cute,” you murmured almost to yourself as you gently scratched his ears and stroked your hand over his face and neck, unable to keep the smile from your lips.

“We’re only stopped here for a quick couple errands,” you explained to both twins, reluctantly pulling away from Atsumu who offered a pout but didn’t protest, “I noticed you don’t have as much as I thought you would, and I want to get you more comfortable collars to wear when we’re in public.”

Both twins hands immediately flew to the simple brown leather bands around their necks. All hybrids were required to wear collars in public to identify them as belonging to someone. The collars had a tag on them, which was essentially a small chip that had all their owner’s information in it, that when scanned would tell someone how to get in contact with their owner. It was to ensure they behaved and that if they didn’t their owner could be forced to take responsibility for their actions. Any hybrid who walked around without a collar immediately had the police called and was brought in and held until they could figure out why they were without.

You’d heard horror stories about the way such hybrids were treated, innocent hybrids who’d accidentally lost a collar somewhere and been so traumatized when they were finally returned to their owners that they were never the same again. Which of course was why you were determined it was never going to happen to your twins, even if a part of you balked at the idea of putting a symbol of ownership on another sentient being. Judging from the looks on their faces, Atsumu’s much easier to read than Osamu’s they’d heard stories too, and neither of them bothered to protest.

“Come on,” you urged gently, climbing out of the car yourself, “The sooner we get the unpleasant stuff done the sooner we get to the good stuff. I’ve got a couple things in mind I’d like to get you both as welcome home presents, but if there’s anything else you think you want or need feel free to ask.”

“Presents?” Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding out of the car.

“That’s right,” you agreed with a small laugh, watching him sulk a bit as he realized his brother had beaten him in securing your free hand, Osamu’s fingers laced with your own and a smug smirk on the silver hybrid’s face, “So keep close and let’s get going okay?”

Luckily the mall wasn’t too crowded, and while the twins got more then their fair share of admiring looks, doubtless both because of how good looking they were and how rare twin hybrids in general were, no one actually dared to approach your group, even as Atsumu practically bounced around glancing around the mall in fascination and reminding you more of an eager puppy than a supposedly slightly older cat hybrid.

Osamu was much more dignified and kept close to your side, though judging from his wide-eyed look that he couldn’t quite hide behind his stoic façade he was just as in awe as his brother. You were starting to get an impression of their previous owner and it was far from good.

You’d known that some owners kept their hybrids close to home, either because they were overly protective or possessive, and it had always rubbed you the wrong way. Ojirou had always allowed Kita and Suna to do as they pleased for the most part, treating them as capable adults and equals, more like roommates than the pets some treated their hybrids as and his was the example you were going to strive to follow.

It was why your errands today were so important, because while you would happily have let your twin hybrids run around as they pleased dressed however they pleased a collar was unfortunately the one thing they couldn’t be without, especially if they were going to go outside without you.

Luckily the mall was outfitted with several hybrid specialty stores and it didn’t take you long to find one dedicated entirely to collars. Both twins were a little wide eyed at the selection, and neither seemed to know quite what to say as you roamed through the aisles together looking at the selection.

Several of them made you grimace in outright distaste, the collars boasting accessories like inward facing spikes or tracking devices that would alert the owner if the hybrid tried to leave their home. It made you feel a little sick to your stomach, so you instead turned to the less intrusive ones.

“Do you see anything you like?” you asked the twins, squeezing Osamu’s hand affectionately, “You don’t have to wear collars in the house if you don’t want to, but you’re going to need them if you want to leave when I’m not home, which means you’ll probably be wearing them a lot, so make sure to pick something you like. You can even pick a couple if you want it to match your outfit for the day or whatever I don’t mind spending a little more to get a handful of chips programmed.”

Both twins blinked at you owlishly clearly startled by the offer, which made your heart hurt for them, even as they hesitantly turned back toward the displays, looking more closely than they had before.

“Do ya have any restrictions?” Osamu asked bluntly, not quite looking at you as he eyed a display of thick leather ones that didn’t look comfortable in the slightest.

“No,” you assured him, “I’m not the one who has to wear it.”

Osamu nodded slowly, and seemed to be taking his time as he perused the collars. You let him do as he liked, allowing him to lead. You’d only loosened your hold on him once, thinking he may like to wander the store like his brother and not have to tow you along with him, but the way his hand had reflexively tightened on yours in response had put paid to that assumption and you’d immediately re-laced your fingers together.

In the end Atsumu approached you first, holding a collar out to you hopefully. It actually looked like it was meant more for a dog hybrid, thick black leather with steel spikes on it, making it look fairly fierce. Personally you thought it was gaudy and was probably going to be uncomfortable, but you tried not to let your distaste show, after all you’d said anything they wanted and you’d meant it. Luckily in the end you didn’t need to say anything.

“What the hell is that?” Osamu demanded when he caught sight of the collar in his brother’s hands, the disgusted look on his face letting you know his feelings quite clearly.

“It’s a collar scrub, what else would it be?” Atsumu replied with a sneer for his twin you were beginning to think was automatic.

“I’m not the scrub you are,” the silver twin sneered, “Because only a scrub would wear somethin’ like that.”

“Oy,” Atsumu interjected, with a fierce glare, “She said we could have what we wanted.”

“Yeah but she probably thought ya had some sort of taste, she doesn’t know you well enough to know how scrubby ya are scrub,” Osamu hissed back.

“Alright guys,” you interjected gently, squeezing Osamu’s hand and reaching out to gently ruffle Atsumu’s ears, aware of the eyes of the cashier which had definitely turned in your direction given the twins were getting louder and louder by the second, “Let’s try to keep it to polite volume levels in public hmm?”

“Sorry,” both twins grumbled, identical pouts on their faces that made you giggle.

“It’s alright,” you assured them fondly, “Just try to be good okay?”

They nodded though Osamu clearly needed to get the last word in as he turned to you with pleading eyes, “Ya think it’s an abomination too don’t ya?”

“I said you could have whatever you wanted,” you told him diplomatically, “If this is what Atsumu likes, then of course he can have it.”

“Ha, see!” Osamu demanded of his twin, clearly seeing right through your attempt at diplomacy, “She thinks it’s ugly too!”

“Do ya really think it’s ugly?” Atsumu asked you sulkily eyeing the collar in his hands.

You’d known before that you were weak to pleading eyes, but it turned out you were even more weak to the pleading copper eyes of your hybrid, the thought that he might be sad tugging at your heartstrings.

“I just worry you’ll be uncomfortable,” you assured him, letting go of Osamu’s hand and gently cupping his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his cheeks affectionately, the same way you did for one of the hybrids that occasionally came to your office to sulk when his owner brought him to work but didn’t pay attention to him.

Atsumu immediately leaned into your palms, heavy lidded eyes half-shut with bliss as you explained, “It’s summer right now, and there’s no padding so it will be hot, heavy and probably chafe. Plus didn’t you say you wanted to play volleyball? Won’t it get in the way? I can definitely get it for you if you like it, but maybe pick something else too, okay?”

“Kay,” your golden twin agreed, sounding completely and utterly content as he nuzzled into your hands, making your heart melt in your chest.

“What about this one?” Osamu offered, pulling your attention away from his brother.

He was holding a collar in his hands, one that actually looked more like a necklace a thin but sturdy looking cord of leather fastened with a silver chain in the front that clasped on both ends to a silver hoop that suspended a solid silver disc in the middle that on close inspection revealed that it housed the chip needed for identification.

“That looks really nice,” you praised, letting out a breath of relief at his choice. You weren’t a big fan of the collars in general, but seeing it look more like a necklace made it seem far more tolerable. Plus it was black and silver and thus would probably go with just about anything he chose to wear.

Letting go of Atsumu to take the collar from his twin, you completely missed the smug smirk directed over your shoulder by Osamu as you inspected it, though Atsumu certainly didn’t, giving his twin an annoyed glare above your head.

In the end, while Atsumu sulked and complained about it, he did actually put the original collar he’d offered back and go with Osamu’s choice, even though you offered to get him both. He refused, sulking slightly all the while, but remained insistent that he only needed the one, even though you ended up buying four collars total, so you could have two back-ups. Though he did insist on holding your hand to make up for the disappointment.

Luckily the manager didn’t seem to mind having to program all four collars, tapping away at the computer, while Atsumu sulked a bit by your side and Osamu somehow managed to all but radiate smug superiority. The cashier carefully ringing up your purchases for you as you pulled your wallet out.

“A word of advice?” the cashier offered as you waited for the programmed collars, surprising you with his forwardness.

“You’re too indulgent with them,” he continued on, not giving you the chance to refute the need for him to speak, “Hybrid’s need a firm hand. You’ll spoil them if you let them get away with raising their voices in public and causing a scene. Don’t ever let them forget their place.”

You felt more than saw both twins bristle on either side of you, and gently squeezed Atsumu’s hand, before laying your hand over the back of Osamu’s neck. You wouldn’t care a bit if they wanted to verbally eviscerate the man who was eying them with clear distaste, a distaste you were almost sure stemmed from jealousy given the lascivious looks he probably thought you hadn’t noticed levelled in your direction. Unfortunately, you also didn’t want them to get into trouble, and weren’t quite sure what the law said about how hybrids were allowed to defend themselves from humans, something you planned to rectify as soon as possible.

For now however you weren’t about to let the twins get in trouble and cut in your tone as cold as you could make it, “I don’t remember asking for your opinion, nor do I care about what you think in the least. I’ll treat them how I want to treat them, which means I’ll spoil and pamper them as much as I like. I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself in the future if you want to keep this business running. As it is I’ll be sending my complaint to your superiors. Let’s go guys, we can find other collars elsewhere. It’s not like they’re hard to find.”

“Wait! The chips are already programmed and you haven’t paid,” the manager protested, standing up from the computer looking utterly appalled.

“Should’ve thought of that before your employee opened his mouth, and decided to spew his unwanted bile everywhere,” you countered with a shrug, “I’d consider finding better employees in the future if I were you, or at least teach them to keep their mouths shut.”

“But the chips can’t be removed from these collars, they’ll be completely ruined,” the manager put in, sounding more than a bit despairing.

“I’m sorry,” you told her, feeling genuinely bad for the woman, after all it wasn’t her fault the other employee was an ass, “But that’s not my problem. I refuse to support any sort of business that would treat its customers like this.”

The glare she leveled on her fellow employee was utterly ferocious and had him cowering back in his seat. Not that you could blame her for being upset, each collar was about three hundred USD so the sale they were losing out on was enormous.

“I can offer you a discount?” she tried hopefully, “Fifty percent off?”

You tilted your head thoughtfully, but didn’t reply instead turning to look at the twins who’d clearly been more than ready to follow you out of the store, “What do you think?”

“Us?” Atsumu asked, clearly baffled.

“Yes, you,” you told him with a fond smile, “You’re the ones who got insulted, not me, and they’re your collars. I’m happy to buy you whatever you like from wherever you want it, whether that’s here or somewhere else.”

“Seventy-five percent off,” Osamu bargained from her other side, taking you by surprise. You turned to see him watching the manager with shrewd eyes, and when it looked like she would protest he added in, “Seventy-five percent off and we won’t leave bad reviews on every site we can or send letters of complaint to upper management.”

“Agreed,” the manager huffed, shooting another vicious look at her employee, one that clearly read that it would be coming out of his salary.

You huffed, amused at Osamu’s bargaining, gently massaging your thumb against the base of his neck affectionately before releasing both twins and moving to pay, only spending a quarter of what you’d originally planned.

“Nice work,” you praised the silver hybrid once the three of you were out of the store and out of earshot.

Osamu shot you a sly smirk, looking exceedingly pleased with himself as he walked beside you. Atsumu had claimed your hand this time, so he was carrying the bags, though it didn’t seem to bother him in the least.

“Now that, that’s taken care of, let’s go grab your gifts,” you told the twins, tugging them along to the PineApple store.

“Presents?” Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding along beside you, your intertwined hands swinging back and forth between you.

Laughing you simply pulled him with you into the store. Both twins were wide-eyed as you browsed through, clearly unused to the cutting edge technology on display, both of them exceedingly cautious with the expensive looking tech. It took some gentle urging, but eventually you managed to get phones and laptops picked out for each of them.

“Isn’t this too much,” Osamu asked you in an undertone, clearly worried as an employee walked Atsumu through getting his laptop set up. It turned out that of the twins Osamu was definitely more technically savvy and loved his new laptop, though Atsumu had already managed to download several apps and games on to his phone and was thoroughly enjoying them as well, “It’s expensive.”

“I have the money,” you assured him gently, “And besides, everyone has a phone these days. I want you guys to have them in case you get in trouble when I’m not home and need to reach me, like if you got lost or hurt or simply need a human to ensure you’re treated fairly. I’d feel awful if you needed me and I didn’t know.”

“The laptops are so you don’t get too bored at home, though I hope you’ll find things to enjoy outside the apartment too,” you continued, absently stroking your hand up and down his back.

“Will you be wanting hybrid trackers in the new phones?” the employee asked, her voice professional as she began to ring up your purchases.

You hesitated. On one hand you hated the idea of invading the twins privacy, and on the other you knew that you fully intended to let them roam as they pleased so wouldn’t it be better to have the tracker just in case? A quick glance showed that Osamu was impassive as ever, and even Atsumu just looked bored, not paying any attention whatsoever, instead tapping away at his new phone.

“What do you think?” you asked them, more than willing to hear their opinions on the matter.

“You’re the owner,” Osamu told her, apparently speaking for both of them as he gave an unconcerned shrug, which wasn’t helpful in the least.

You grimaced a bit trying to think of a compromise before finally pulling out your own phone and asking the employee, “Is there anyway to ensure all three of the phones will track each other?”

“Let me go ask,” she told you politely, turning away to go grab someone more knowledgeable.

“That’s fair right?” you asked hesitantly, “This way you know where I am too and can come find me if you need me.”

“Yeah,” Osamu agreed, giving you a look that you thought might be something as close to awe as you’d seen on the silver haired hybrid, “Yeah that’s fair.”

The employee quickly returned and confirmed they could indeed make all three phones track one another, and in the span of a few minutes managed to get your purchases complete. Feeling like that was probably enough for now, you led them back towards the car.

It was starting to get pretty late, and the minute you’d exited the mall Osamu’s stomach had given a loud rumbling growl. Atsumu had made fun of him for all of a minute, before his own stomach betrayed him. You’d shaken your head at their antics, but allowed a surprisingly eager Osamu to order whatever he wanted for carryout from the Chinese place near your apartment.

One quick stop for the food, and you finally managed to bring your new hybrids home. Both of them were a little quiet as you led them up to your apartment, staring around and clearly taking everything in. Either Ojirou, Kita and Suna weren’t home, or they’d decided to give you time to settle with the twins as they didn’t emerge from their apartment as you arrived in the hallway and fumbled the door open.

“Here we are,” you told them, hitting the lights, “Home sweet home.”

Both twins were laden with things, carrying their purchases, the food, and their things from the adoption center. Still looking at them was enough to make your heart clench. It had only taken one trip to bring everything up, but despite hybrids being stronger than normal humans it still made your heart clench to see how very little the twins actually had. Each of them only had a medium sized suitcase of things, and Atsumu had a worn volleyball but that was it aside from the things you’d bought them. It was something you were determined to fix for the future, but for now you’d make do.

“I know you’re hungry, so unless you want to settle in for a bit first we can eat and then I’ll show you around,” you offered.

The twins exchanged looks, but nodded in clear agreement. You pointed out the bathroom just in case, but then brought them to the kitchen, trying to show them where everything was as you pulled utensils from the drawers. Osamu clearly paid much more attention to her explanations than Atsumu did, though both diligently helped her set the table.

The food was really good, and thankfully sparked more conversation, even if it was more subdued than earlier, all of them worn out from the long day they’d had. Osamu was clearly very interested in food, and not just in eating it the way his brother was. You managed to coax out that he’d cooked for their previous owner from time to time, and told him that as long as he was careful he was more than free to use her kitchen and anything in it for whatever he wanted earning what felt like her first real smile from the silver haired twin.

Despite how tired they clearly were, both twins helped you clean up. For the first time since you’d first discovered the lovely little Chinese restaurant there weren’t actually any leftovers, the twins having consumed everything you said you didn’t want. As they worked you noted it really was kind of nice, even if things were quiet, to have the company as they went about their tasks.

“Alright, so I wasn’t sure if you’d want your own rooms or if you’d want to share,” you told them, gesturing for them to follow, “We’re going to have to do some shopping either way, since they’re your rooms and I want you to be able to personalize them any way you want, but I think they’re pretty equal in size.”

The twins stared at you, clearly surprised, glancing at each other, to the rooms you’d offered, to you, and back again, the gesture making her more than a bit nervous. You’d thought there was plenty of space for the two of them, but maybe they didn’t see it that way?

“We get our own rooms?” Atsumu asked at last, finally breaking the silence, his voice quiet and disbelieving, copper eyes huge in his face.

“If you want them, then of course they’re yours,” you assured him, concerned, “I still have to clean out my study, but I didn’t want to delay adopting you and I don’t think it will take too long. There’s a pull out futon in there, though you’re more than free to share if you want a bed, or I can take the futon and one of you can have my bed for now. I’ve certainly slept on the futon before and I don’t mind.”

“You’d give up your bed?” Osamu repeated, looking like you’d just smacked him over the head with a fish, more surprise on his face then you’d thought him capable of showing.

“Just until we find something for you,” you told him, a little puzzled at his surprise but with the sinking feeling that your suspicions about their former owner were correct.

“But, why?” Atsumu asked you, wide eyed and a little teary.

“Because, you’re mine now,” you assured him, unable to quite find the words you wanted to say, but hoping you were conveying your feelings at the very least, “And I’m going to do everything I can to keep you safe and happy.”

The sad mewling sound he made in response to your words was enough to break your heart, as he pitched forward squeezing you into his chest and burying his face in your shoulder. You pressed your cheek to his hair, rubbing his back soothingly with one arm even as you automatically opened the other one for his twin, a gesture that was slowly becoming more and more familiar to you.

Osamu didn’t sob the way his twin did, but the way he squeezed you tight let you know he was just as moved as Atsumu even if he was quieter about it. Seeing their genuine gratitude for what you felt was common courtesy broke your heart, but even as it ached and you did your best to soothe them you swore to yourself, to love and care for your new hybrids so they’d never want for anything ever again to be the best owner it was possible to be after all they deserved nothing less.

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All Work No Play: Kuroo Tetsurou

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Warnings: NSFW smut and a bit of fluff, 18+ minors dni!, little bit of brat reader and daddy dom Kuroo and a bit of switch!reader and switch!Kuroo, choking, minor exhibitionism, degradation/praise, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, minor bit of roleplay, dirty talk, hair pulling, nipple play, overstimulation

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You shifted lightly in the elevator as you waited patiently for it to reach its destination, the music as it moved droning on in the background. It was fairly late at night, so there were only a few people in the building, including the security guard you’d passed on the way up, and a handful of secretaries and other office workers, all of whom looked ready to be done with their day.

None of them had questioned your presence in the building. The only one who might’ve was the security guard, but you’d met before on times when you’d come to drag your boyfriend home, so all you’d received from him as a wry nod of acknowledgment.

Clearly, he thought you were going to drag Kuroo away from work again so he could go home and get some rest, and to be fair it was true to an extent. You were fully planning on dragging Kuroo home with you, but not before you had a little fun first.

You’d honestly been feeling a bit neglected lately with how busy he’d been with work. Now to say you didn’t understand, you definitely did. Kuroo had worked hard and recently gotten a promotion so it stood to reason he’d be busy. He just hadn’t taken any time out for you, so now you were fully intent on making him.

The elevator dinged, the doors pulling open, and you hummed in delight as you noticed that the other two offices on the floor had been vacated for the night, all the lights off and their occupants nowhere to be found. There was a happy bounce in your step as you made your way to Kuroo’s door, the only one still open at the end of the hall.

You could actually see him from the elevator as it was a straight shot to his office, and normally he heard the elevator and looked up whenever you arrived, but he must’ve been especially preoccupied because he didn’t look away from his computer, sat hunched over the desk, typing away. That was fine with you, you could surprise him even more this way.

A devious grin curled over your lips as you undid the top buttons of the respectable white blouse you’d worn, baring the black lace bra you were wearing under. It was part of Kuroo’s favorite set on you, as it was utterly sheer, and allowed him to see your nipples through the fabric.

You were also wearing a nice set of heels, bright red and dangerous, to match the bright red lipstick you had on. It made you feel both sexy and utterly daring, with the tight black pencil skirt you were wearing, complete with the sheer black hose and garter belt you were the epitome of sexy secretary.

Quietly sneaking into his office you carefully slid the door shut behind you, reaching around to slide the lock into place with a quiet shnick of metal on metal. Surprisingly it was that quiet sound that finally jolted him out of his hyper focus on his computer. He immediately smiled at the sight of you, though the smile turned into a salacious smirk as he got an eyeful of what you were wearing.

“Well hello there kitten,” he practically purred at you, hazel eyes bright as he slowly raked his eyes over you, pausing to linger hungrily at the place where your shirt was gaping open and the slit short hem of your skirt, “Something I can do for you?”

“I have a bit of a problem with someone in your company boss,” you told him, playing along with your character, “And I was hoping you could help me.”

“Well, we do take the complaints of our employees very seriously,” he stated his voice serious though his eyes glinted with mischief as he scooched back from his desk and patted his lap as he told you, “Why don’t you come take a seat here and tell me what the issue is.”

You did as he suggested, though you took your time crossing over to his desk and working your way around it, letting the heels add more sway to your hips than you usually allowed for.

Carefully you slid sideways into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck to help you keep your balance, which had the nice side-effect of pressing your breasts up against his hard chest. There was a definite bulge in his pants, clearly already ready to go. The feeling of him against your bottom had your panties damp with anticipation.

Your thighs rubbed together to help alleviate some of the ache and give yourself a little friction. It had been far too long and you were more than ready to go. A part of you wanted to just unzip his black slacks, pull him out, and sink down on his cock, letting him fill you in the way you’d been aching for all day. However, you were too committed to resort to that, and you did your best to bolster yourself with a reminder that it would all be worth it.

“So what exactly is your complaint Miss?” Kuroo purred at you, his tone that deep rasp of arousal that never failed to send your desire sky high.

“It’s my boyfriend sir,” you told him, doing your best to not squirm on his lap even though you wanted nothing more than to rub up on him like a cat in heat. You threaded your fingers through the short hair at the back of his neck to distract yourself from your arousal as you peered up at him through your lashes, ”He just got a promotion, and I’m so proud of him, but he doesn’t seem to have time to see to my needs lately.”

“That’s a very serious complaint,” Kuroo told you, his eyes softening in genuine concern, something you were quick to alleviate. He was a wonderful boyfriend and you weren’t hurt by his absence, you knew it would ease up once he settled in some to his new position. You didn’t want him worried about you or your relationship.

“But that’s not the complaint boss,” you told him, your fingers lightly tugging at his tie and fiddling with his collar as you watched him, giving him your best pout, “Tetsu’s a good boyfriend, and I know he’ll make time for me if I ask.”

“Oh?” he asked raising a brow, still playing along despite the tender look in his eyes that told you he was seconds away from throwing the whole charade out the window and kissing you breathless, “Then what is your complaint kitten?”

“I’ve been having troubles concentrating,” you admitted, “And lately I’ve found my thoughts wandering during work and other times when I really should be paying attention.”

“And what have you been thinking about,” Kuroo asked leadingly stroking his hand along your thigh

“I’m not sure that’s appropriate to tell you, boss,” you teased, biting your lip faux anxious, “I wouldn’t want to get in trouble.”

“We have a strict privacy policy,” he assured you his fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive skin of your throat, before using a gentle hand to pull your lip free of your teeth, lightly rubbing his thumb against the pliant flesh as he informed you, “Nothing you say here will leave this office, you have my word.”

“I’ve been thinking about it boss,” you told him readily your lips kissing his thumb as you held eye contact with him, “Daydreaming about it, so much that by the end of the day my panties are soaked through and I spend the whole day squirming uncomfortably, rubbing my thighs together and licking my lips, wanting it so badly.”

“And what is it exactly that you’re wanting?” he purred at you, his hazel eyes dark with desire as he eyed you hungrily, “I want to hear you say it kitten. What is it you want from me?”

“I want to suck you,” you admitted, holding eye contact, and lightly tugging at the hair between your fingers, something you knew never failed to arouse him, “I want to feel you in my mouth across my tongue, or better yet inside me, stretching me, filling me up so good boss.”

“Is that all?” he asked, his tone teasing despite the fact that his body was tense, clearly ready to pounce on you and give you everything you’d asked for and then some, “I was a little worried when you said you had a complaint kitten, but I think we can solve that easily enough.”

You didn’t get the chance to respond as his mouth immediately found yours, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You met him eagerly, practically melting under the skilled onslaught of lips, teeth and tongue, mouth opening readily with a hint of hesitation.

A quiet moan escaped your lips as your tongue tangled with his, your fingers tugged at his hair, as your other hand fumbled with the knotted tie around his neck, loosening it so you could get at his collar. You undid the buttons hastily to get at the warm skin beneath desperate to have your hands on him after so long without.

You felt him smirk into the kiss, clearly well aware of your desperation for him and reveling in it, which normally might’ve made you pout, but in this case, you were too desperate for it, instead choosing to nip lightly at his lips instead. The little hint of pain making Kuroo’s hips grind up against your rear and a low moan escape his lips. The sound sending a shiver of desire through you as you abandoned his hair and settled your full attention on undoing his shirt.

“Naughty kitten,” Kuroo rasped in your ear as you successfully undid the last button, though the way he helped you shrug him out of the shirt and suit jacket told you he wasn’t actually all that upset about it, “Did no one ever teach you not to bite the hand that feeds you?”

“Ah, but you liked it boss,” you teased, though it came out far more breathless than you’d intended, “And besides, your hands aren’t what I want to feed me right now.”

You slid one of your hands away from the warm skin of his chest where they’d been exploring the hard muscle there to cup him through his black office slacks, squeezing gently for emphasis and earning another low gasping moan. You grinned wickedly up at your boyfriend as you slid out of your seat, going to your knees in front of his office chair, your hands making quick work of his belt, button and zip.

“Well if my kitten wants feeding, who am I to say no?” he asked rhetorically as he obligingly lifted his hips letting you pull his pants and the black boxer briefs he’d been wearing beneath down exposing his fully hard cock, which twitched against his abdomen, already leaking precum, clearly just as desperate for you as you were for him.

You ran your hands up his solidly muscled thighs, admiring the flex and feel of them beneath your palms, noting that it really had been far too long. Normally you’d spend some time worshipping those thighs, but you didn’t have the patience for it, instead going right for your prize, wrapping a hand around his eager cock, earning a hiss of pleasure from him.

Carefully you gave him several long strokes as you eased yourself up between his legs, teasing your thumb against the sensitive ridge of the head in a way you knew drove him absolutely crazy before turning to look up at him coyly. His eyes were practically burning down at you, his grip on the arms of his nice office chair white-knuckled.

You tapped him against your lips teasingly, knowing the red of your lipstick would be stark even against the flushed pink head of his cock as you let your lips kiss it, your tongue darting out teasingly to lap up a drop of precum that was oozing from the slit.

“Careful kitten,” he warned a rasping edge to his voice that you knew meant he was being pushed to the edge, and that further teasing might result in rougher treatment. The two of you tended to switch back and forth on who was in charge, but there were times where Kuroo could be coaxed into being entirely dominating. It seemed he’d missed you too if he was this close to that line already.

Normally you might’ve taken a second to decide what it was you wanted and then proceed from there, but you were too hot already, and you already knew exactly what it was that you wanted from him.

“What if I don’t want to be careful daddy?” you asked with a taunting smile, knowing full well what that word did to your normally controlled boyfriend, giving the head of his cock another teasing lick for emphasis.

Sure enough Kuroo gave a full body shudder, his eyes lighting with a pleased fire at getting the green light from you, and his cock throbbed in your hands, clearly fully on board even as he scolded, “What a naughty little kitten I have, teasing her daddy. I think kitten needs to be doing something else with that wicked little mouth hmm?”

He took hold of both your hands, pulling them off his cock and setting them on his thighs, before taking himself in hand and tangling his other hand in your hair with a firm warning, “Don’t move those hands now kitten. You said you wanted this cock on your tongue, and I’m going to give it to you.”

He tapped the head against your lips, a clear signal for you to open up. You thought about dragging things out a bit more, but in the end decided you were too impatient, instead opening your mouth and letting him guide himself in. You automatically began to suck at him, the taste of him familiar and the weight of him on your tongue making your thighs rub together, your pussy clenching desperately at the thought of having it inside you.

“Good girl,” Kuroo praised as he used his grip on your hair to guide you, making you bob up and down on his cock, “Look at you taking it so well into that slutty little mouth of yours. I know you wore that lipstick just for me, didn’t you kitten, you wanted me to see how well your pretty lips wrap around my cock?”

You moaned in response, enjoying his filthy teasing words, and knowing the vibrations on his cock would make him even more intent. It was more than enough for him as he let out a grunting moan of his own and pressed you further on to his cock, forcing you to swallow rapidly to accommodate.

“Fuck, look at you taking it so well,” Kuroo praised breathlessly from above you, making you peer up at him, knowing he would enjoy the visual, and enjoying it yourself, a gush of wetness making you squeeze your thighs together desperately as you saw the way his hair was beginning to cling, sweat dampened, to his forehead, and the lustful, hungry look in his eyes as he watched you take his cock.

“My perfect little kitten,” he crooned, “With those pretty red lips of yours.”

Your head bobbed back and forth, taking him deeper each time until you had your nose pressed up against his abdomen, his cock as far down your throat as it could go. You swallowed around him, your throat massaging him as he used his grip on your hair to fuck up into your face, low groans escaping his lips interspersed with praise for how well you were doing, encouraging you to use your tongue on him to great effect.

Your hands dug into his thighs as he gave a particularly hard thrust, nearly making you choke, your nails embedding into the sensitive skin. The jolt of pain combined with the pleasure of your mouth proved to be too much for him. He only just managed to pull you back slightly before he was coming across your tongue with a low gasping moan of pleasure.

You swallowed every drop he gave you, massaging his thighs apologetically with your fingers, soothing the deep nail marks as he let go of your hair so you could pull off his cock with a lewd popping noise.

Using your grip on his thighs you pulled yourself up so you were leaning over him, capturing his lips in a filthy kiss, unable to resist his face, which was still slightly dazed from the pleasure. Kuroo was an incredibly smart man, and usually never failed to have a quip or tease on the tip of his tongue at all times, so the fact that he always seemed to become struck dumb after you had him in your mouth never failed to make you feel powerful, sexy and desirable.

However, as enjoyable as it was your body was practically aching to have something buried inside you. Your panties were utterly soaked through with your desire, and it was taking all your self-control not to straddle one of his sexy thighs and start grinding on him like a cat in heat. Luckily you knew exactly what to do to get your boyfriend to refocus.

“Did you like that daddy?” you murmured teasingly against his lips, “I suppose I don’t even need to ask, you were loud enough it’s a good thing everyone’s left of I bet your whole office would’ve heard you moaning for me.”

Kuroo played right into your hands, his gaze sharpening, his hands reaching out for you, and his eyes darkening with desire, only for you to dance out of reach, spinning his chair around to give yourself more room and forcing him to watch you, as you stripped out of your shirt, running your hands teasingly over your curves.

The motion made you feel more than a bit daring considering it left you out in the open. In a normal office that might’ve been fine, but the back wall of Kuroo’s office was made entirely of windows. The view was one of the perks of his promotion. Admittedly you were on one of the top floors of the building, but it was dark outside, and the lights were on in Kuroo’s office which meant anyone looking in would get a clear view of you.

“Naughty kitten, just what do you think you’re doing?” Kuroo asked, an eyebrow raised at you in question, his eyes hungry as they took you in.

“What does it look like I’m doing daddy?” you teased, your hands going to your skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground, revealing the sexy garter belt you were wearing along with the lacey tops of the stockings you’d worn underneath the skirt.

“You looking to put on a show kitten?” he cajoled even as he kicked off the rest of his own clothes reclining back in the chair, lounging completely comfortable in his nakedness and clearly well aware of the enticing way it made his muscles ripple, judging by the smirk on his face.

You pouted at him even as you admired his form and the way the light played over his strong chest, thighs and arms desire making your knees feel weak. It wasn’t fair that he’d gone and turned the tables so easily. Then again, they didn’t call him the master of provocation for nothing, and he certainly knew how to provoke you in all the best ways.

However, you weren’t about to just let him win, instead running your hands over your skin, letting them linger on your breasts, cupping them, and plucking the nipples through the lace of your bra letting yourself gasp and whine in pleasure.

“Daddy,” you crooned at him, your voice breathy with pleasure as you slid one of your hands down your stomach and between your thighs, cupping your mound as you threw your head back and moaned, “I want you so bad daddy. Won’t you fuck me? Pretty please?”

“What a needy little slut,” Kuroo scolded, even as his eyes burned with desire, “Groping yourself and begging for your daddy’s cock right in front of the windows where anyone could see you. Is that what you want? You want everyone to see what a greedy, horny little cock slut you are kitten? Does the thought of someone seeing you begging for my cock make you wet?”

“I’m so wet for you daddy,” you answered spreading your legs so he could see how soaked your panties were, dipping your hand underneath the elastic and sliding your fingers between your wet folds, as you whined and gasped, “I want your cock inside me so badly daddy. I want it!”

“If you want it so bad, why don’t you come and get it,” Kuroo ordered, spreading his legs open invitingly in the chair, his cock fully hard again and clearly more than ready for you, “Come here and bounce on daddy’s cock kitten, let’s show anyone who might be watching just how well my slutty kitten takes cock.”

You immediately stepped toward him, more than ready, your hands going to your garter belt fully ready to remove it so you could pull down your panties only to pause at Kuroo’s voice, “Ah, ah kitten, leave them on, just push them to the side.”

“Oh?” you asked coyly, a surge of triumph going through you, as you played with the lacey tops of your stockings, “Does daddy like my pretty lacey things? I wore them just for you.”

Unfortunately you’d made a bit of a miscalculation, in that you’d managed to get close enough for him to reach when you’d decided to tease. Quicker than you could blink he’d managed to snag you around the waist and pull you backwards into his lap.

“Such a bratty little kitten,” Kuroo scolded, his breath on your neck making you shiver in desire, “Maybe I won’t give you my cock just yet after all.”

“No daddy,” you whined at him a little panicked and utterly needy, “Please I’ll be good!”

“Ah-ah, no whining or I’ll draw this out even longer,” he informed you a sadistic lilt to his voice that told you he was thoroughly enjoying this. Carefully he arranged you so your back was against his chest, his cock settled between your spread thighs, and your hands on the chair arms.

“Don’t move those hands now,” he ordered, as he spun the chair so the two of you were facing the windows behind his desk, “And let’s see just how needy you get when you know anyone could look up or across and see you.”

A desperate whine escaped your lips as he began to lick and suckle at your neck, your hips shifting desperately, grinding on his cock as his warm hands stroked your torso and came up to cup your breasts, shoving the bra up to bear your skin for his big warm hands as he teased and plucked at your nipples.

“Daddy, daddy please,” you begged shamelessly as your hips ground helplessly in his lap, desperately searching for more even as your back arched to press your breasts into his hands. Your pussy clenched desperately, practically aching with the desire to be filled, the sight of his cock flushed and leaking between your thighs a tease you could barely handle.

“Look at my needy little kitten,” Kuroo cooed, though there was a rough edge to his voice that told you it was getting to him too, “So desperate to have her slutty little hole stuffed full of cock. Look at yourself kitten, look at what a whiney little slut you are, putting on a show for the whole world to see.”

You could see your reflection in the glass of the windows, not perfectly, but enough that you could tell your face was flushed, your whole body alight, hot slick and desperate with wanting him. It made your pussy clench the sheer desire your were feeling nearly overwhelming at the thought if someone seeing you like this.

“You’re so soaking wet kitten, slicking up my thighs right through your panties hmm?” Kuroo teased as he nipped and suckled at the sensitive column of your throat, “That eager little pussy of yours is practically gushing at the thought of my cock inside it isn’t it kitten? What do you think? Do you think you’ve been punished enough for teasing?”

A whine left your throat as he pinched your nipples simultaneously your head falling back on his shoulder as he continued to torture the sensitive buds, completely helpless in his grasp as you begged, “Please daddy, please! I need it. I’ll be good! I’ll be good daddy.”

“I suppose since you’re begging me so prettily,” he conceded with a breathless chuckle, “Lift your hips up and pull aside those panties for me sweet kitten.”

You immediately obeyed, the crotch of the fabric positively soaked and slick between your fingers as you hastily shifted it out of the way. Kuroo teasingly rubbed the head of his cock through your damp folds making you whine and gasp, fighting desperately to hold still and not just take matters into your own hands and sink down on his cock, well aware it would get you teased again, something you were sure you wouldn’t be able to handle any more of.

“Good girl,” Kuroo praised, clearly acknowledging your efforts, “I suppose you do deserve a reward after all.”

With careful hands he guided you down on to his cock, a hiss leaving his mouth as your pussy immediately clenched around him, a breathless moan of pleasure leaving your lips as you felt him stretch and fill you. Normally Kuroo had to prep you a bit beforehand in order to fit his cock inside you without pain. It was a testament to how absolutely desperate and wet you were that he slid in easily, with just the wonderful feeling of being stretched.

“Feels so good,” you babbled near mindlessly, as you felt him rub up against your sensitive inner walls, finally filled after so long, “Daddy, you feel so good.”

“Fuck! So tight pretty kitten, so tight and good for your daddy. It really has been too long since I had my cock inside this perfect little cunt,” Kuroo hissed, his hands going to your hips as he ordered, “Ride me kitten. Bounce on that cock for me.”

You immediately began to roll your hips, desperate for every inch of him. His strong hands at your waist helped guide your movements as he thrust up into you. You were nearly incoherent with lust as you took everything you’d been craving and then some from him.

Your body was so sensitive from all the teasing it took less than a handful of minutes to send you right over the edge into orgasm, your body bowing backwards as you clamped down on the perfect cock inside you, spasming with pleasure as a wordless keening sound left your lips.

“Good girl,” Kuroo crooned in your ear, though you could hear the beginnings of strain in his voice as you collapsed against him, “But you’re not done yet kitten. Let’s see you give me another one.”

His arms wrapped around you, one hand coming up to grope at your sensitive breast and the other slipping down between your legs, his clever fingers finding the small sensitive bundle of nerves unerringly, gently massaging your clit as he dug his heels into the floor and thrust up in you.

“Daddy!” you whined, unsure whether you were begging him to stop or keep going your hips shifting in his lap again moving between chasing the pleasure of his fingers and shying away.

“Yeah?” Kuroo rasped at you, “What is it kitten? What do you want from daddy hmm? Want to cream all over my cock again? Scream my name loud enough for everyone in this building and the one across the way to hear it?”

You warbled in response, unable to find the words as the painful pleasure of overstimulation sent you rocketing towards another orgasm, the beginnings of tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

A particularly hard swipe of his fingers against your clit was all it took to send you over the edge again, sobbing your pleasure as you writhed in his hold. It was nearly enough to make you see stars as you trembled through it.

The feel of your orgasm, your pussy milking his cock for all it was worth proved to be too much for your boyfriend as well as he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his hands leaving your clit and breast to seal your hips to his. The feel of him spurting inside you, hot jets of cum against your oversensitive insides was enough to send you into one last mini orgasm before your whole body went completely limp.

You collapsed back against your boyfriend, who wrapped his arms around you securely, holding you to him. Both of you were soaked with sweat, skin slick and hot as the sounds of your mingled breaths replaced the wet slapping of flesh that had accompanied your little escapade.

You felt utterly boneless and completely satiated as your arms wrapped over top of Kuroo’s nuzzling your nose affectionately into his neck, and sighing in contentment. His arms tightened in a brief squeeze as his lips pressed tenderly to your temple.

“I’ve missed you pretty kitten,” he told you, his voice a soft murmur, full of adoration.

“Missed you too Tetsu,” you answered, feeling completely soft and more than a bit smitten with your sweet boyfriend, “It’s why I came to see you.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he told you genuinely, his arms tightening around you as if afraid his words might upset you, “I promise things will slow down again soon and we’ll be able to spend more time together again.”

“I know love,” you assured him pressing a tender kiss to the underside of his jaw, “I understand. It’s okay. I was just needy and wanting you, and I figured you wouldn’t mind a break.”

“I’ll never say no to break like that one, kitten,” he answered roguishly, making you giggle quietly, extremely pleased with yourself.

“Do you have a lot more to do tonight?” you asked leaning back and twisting so you could wrap an arm around his neck and peer up into his face, “Or do you think you’re ready to come home.”

“Home sounds good,” he assured you, pressing a quick tender kiss to your lips before gently teasing, “You think you can get up and walk out or will I need to carry you?”

You huffed and immediately went to stand, allowing him to slip out of you. You grimaced slightly as you realized you were both a little wobbly on your feet and that you had quite the mess between your thighs, one that was slowly beginning to leak out of you.

“I think we’re both going to need to clean up a bit first,” you told him, eyeing him and noting with amusement that thanks to your hands, his normally wild hair was even more disheveled and sticking up everywhere, “No need for the poor security guard to know what we’ve been getting up to in your office.”

“I don’t think we’re going to be able to hide it,” Kuroo told you with a snicker, clearly incredibly amused, “But yeah, might as well use the nice private bathroom that came with the office, one of the perks of my promotion.”

You grinned, unable to help yourself in the face of his amusement, and let him lead you there. Unfortunately in the end he was absolutely right. While you did manage to make yourself feel less gross there was absolutely no hiding the rumpled, wrinkled clothing, Kuroo’s hair, or the trail of hickeys he’d managed to leave on your neck.

The absolutely knowing and slightly scandalized look from the security guard as Kuroo smirked at him when the two of you walked past would probably stick with you for a good long while. However, given how wonderful you felt, the amazing experience, and the fact that you got to walk home hand in hand with your boyfriend for the first time in a long time you felt it was more than worth it, so much so that you were already quietly plotting your next trip to visit Kuroo in his lovely new office. After all, all work no play makes your Tetsu a dull boy.

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Turnabout is Fair Play

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Warnings: 18+ minors dni! smut and fluff NSFW, grinding, exhibitionism, praise, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, begging, vaginal sex, edging, overstimulation, switch!Osamu and switch!reader handjob, creampie

Literally 6.4K words of pure filth

“Yer droolin’ sweetheart,” Osamu informed you dryly as he walked past the table where you were sitting. Despite the tone he’d said it in you could see the slight smirk that was tugging at his lips, and quietly pouted to yourself about how unfair it all was.

Of course you were drooling over him, and who could blame you? Apparently, it had been Atsumu’s turn to do the laundry last time, and in true Atsumu fashion he’d managed to accidentally dry everything on hot. It meant that a lot of clothes, including several of your boyfriend’s uniform shirts had shrunk, and you still weren’t sure if you wanted to thank the blond setter or curse him into oblivion for it.

Osamu’s shirts had fit well before, but now the tight black t-shirt practically clung to him, showing off every inch of gorgeous muscle, and making it very hard to keep your hands or your eyes to yourself. You weren’t the only one who’d noticed either, several women and teenage girls, and even a couple men had clearly been distracted by the sight of your handsome boyfriend and his sinfully tight shirt.

A part of you wanted to be jealous about it, but the bigger part of you couldn’t blame them one little bit. Osamu in that shirt was one of the most attractive things you’d ever seen. Of course, it helped that he politely brushed any attempts at flirting aside, only bothering to stop and tease you about it.

Deciding to see if you could cool off your heated thoughts, you stood and made your way into the back, casually waving at the employees, all of whom immediately recognized you as the boss’ girlfriend. A quick trip to the restroom to splash cold water on your face and a pep talk about how you weren’t going to give your tease of a boyfriend the satisfaction of flustering you and you felt refreshed and ready to brave the restaurant again.

Unfortunately, that all went down the drain as you walked out and caught a good view of him from the back. He was prepping more onigiri, his arms moving in the familiar motion that sent his back muscles rippling, his t-shirt showing off every single movement.

A tiny helpless whimper left your lips as a surge of heat and want nearly brought you to your knees. It really wasn’t fair and you were going to strangle Atsumu the next time you saw him. To add insult to injury, Osamu had apparently heard you, and turned to look at you over his shoulder. He took one look at your face and started snickering, shooting you a sly wink before turning back around to focus his attention on the customers.

It was the last straw. You wanted your boyfriend so badly it ached, your whole body flushed with heat and arousal, and the jerk was laughing at you. It was time to teach him a lesson and get a little bit of payback from him for making fun of you.

“Do you want some help?” you asked, sidling up next to him, already reaching for the ingredients. It wasn’t too unusual an offer, you’d helped out plenty of times before when it got busy, and the day was certainly headed in that direction.

“Sure, sweets,” he agreed with a fond grin, the same one he always gave you when you helped out in the restaurant, letting you take over you part in the assembly line.

You started out small, a hand shifted into his, a playful hip bump here or there as the two of you bantered back and forth. However, as you moved away from food prep and into other tasks as Osamu manned the register you decided to up your game. As you swept behind the register you brushed up against his gorgeous rear, just enough that it could seem like an accident at first, and braced your hand against his strong back as you leaned down to grab something below the counters.

It got you a couple sideways looks, but nothing too accusatory, sticking to simple little things until the dinner rush passed so you wouldn’t distract him too much from the customers, a little eye contact here, a little flick of your tongue there. You weren’t cruel after all and would never interfere in a way that would be detrimental to the restaurant. Enough to make him think of you and distract him for a second or two, but nothing more.

However, once the rush faded into the quiet hour where most of the employees were sent home for the day, and the customers were few and far between, you really upped your game. Small affectionate gestures just to the side of being inappropriate in public if anyone caught you, but not completely scandalous if anyone caught you at them.

Every time you found yourself standing next to him you had your hand on his back, rubbing up and down and sometimes sliding just a little too low to get a nice handful and squeeze. You also pressed up close, ensuring your breasts were right up against his arm, and whenever he looked at you, you let your eyes rove over him and licked your lips.

Your boyfriend had clearly caught on to your game at this point, and had started out amused, but as the hour wore on, amusement gave way to the beginnings of frustrated arousal. Smirks turning into heated looks that promised trouble once the two of you were no longer in public. Not that it stopped you in the least as, in a particularly bold move, you casually brushed your hand over the front of his apron, pretending to smooth out a wrinkle, but instead taking the chance to grope his half hard length.

Osamu, who’d been washing the dishes, his movements far more violent than usual, had let out a hiss of shock and arousal, nearly dropping the plate in his hands as he automatically ground his hips into your palm. However, by the time he’d whipped around, ready to either scold you or give you an entirely different kind of tongue lashing you were already several feet away casually chatting with one of his employees.

However you saw the look he gave you out of the corner of your eye, and couldn’t help the satisfied smile that tugged at your lips. Revenge truly was sweet, even if it meant you paid for it later.

With your boyfriend now on guard, it was much harder to sneak your little touches in, especially when he’d apparently decided that turnabout was fair play, and had taken to wiping at his face with his shirt, stretching and showing off the cut of his abdomen and giving you wicked, teasing smirks behind the backs of his employees.

By the time you’d finally finished cleaning up for the evening you were more than a bit antsy to finally get home and have your boyfriend press you to the closest hard surface and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight. Your panties were practically soaked through and it was all you could do not to squirm and rub your thighs together whenever Osamu looked your way.

He didn’t seem to be much better, if the way he’d decided to keep his apron on and was carefully keeping his hands in his pockets as you walked was any indication. Unfortunately, the two of you had to take a train home, which meant another good twenty minutes before you could get what you wanted.

You’d seriously contemplated whether you could get away with dragging him into an alley or something on the way, so you wouldn’t have to wait. Unfortunately two of the employees were headed to the same train station and you had no excuse as to why you shouldn’t all go together.

It made for a very frustrating walk, especially since all you could do was hold your boyfriend’s hand and pray for time to pass quickly. Though you could admit their presence did at least distract you a little bit, enough so that by the time your train arrived and you went your separate ways you didn’t feel like you were about to spontaneously combust any more.

Unfortunately that didn’t last long. As per usual at this time on a Friday night the train was incredibly packed, so much so you might’ve ended up squished it not for your boyfriend’s strong presence and intimidating height and bulk that kept anyone from knocking you over. However it did mean the two of you ended up right near the doors, trapped between the body of your boyfriend and the high seat back with your back pressed to his front, you could feel how hard he still very much was, his length pressed teasingly to your back.

One of his strong arms was wrapped around your waist and the other was holding on to the bar overhead so you wouldn’t have to. Every small movement of the train sent you rubbing up against him despite your best efforts, and before long your hips were moving on their own, grinding back on him desperately.

“Naughty,” Osamu hissed in your ear, scolding you in a low enough tone that no one else would be able to overhear, “Ya wantin’ my cock that bad sweetness, that yer grindin’ back on me like slut in a train compartment full of people?”

A quick glance to the sides showed that no one was looking at you and only one or two would actually be able to see you should they choose to look, as you were hidden by the bulk of your boyfriend. You hadn’t actually planned to seduce your boyfriend on the train, fully intending to wait until you got home, but his words had sent a rush of heat through you. The sound of his voice, accent heightened the way it always was when he got aroused never failed to get you hot and bothered.

It made you feel reckless enough to throw all caution to the wind, and instead of answering him you tilted your head up and back so you could place a series of hot kisses along his neck and jaw, kissing and suckling at the strong column of his throat as you ground yourself back into him.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed quietly, his hips moving automatically with yours to grind into your ass, the feel of his erection clearly fully hard and ready for you making you moan quietly into his ear.

“Samu,” you crooned into his ear, a seductive lilt to your tone that you knew would drive him crazy, “Samu, I want you so bad. I’m so wet for you.”

“Yer really pushin’ it sweetheart,” he warned you, voice low and thick with desire, “Sayin’ those kinds of things to me out in the open where anyone could hear or see ya. I’m startin’ to think after all that trouble ya were causin’ at the shop earlier, that what ya want is fer me to shove ya down and fuck that tight, needy little cunt a yers in front o’ anyone who cares ta watch.”

The idea of it was something your mind had toyed with before, having Osamu fuck you for an audience. Something about it made you feel absolutely weak-kneed with desire. You were so wet you were sure your panties were absolutely soaked through with it.

“Fuck me, Samu,” you whimpered into his ear, “Fuck me, fill me up with your cock. I want it!”

Your boyfriend let out a low curse before the arm that was around your waist shifted. The hand that had been holding you fumbling with the button and zipper of your jeans. You watched with shocked eyes for a second, for all your teasing you’d never thought he’d actually go through with it, especially not on a public train. You’d imagined it more like a form of foreplay, but watching his large hand reaching for your zipper, despite the fact that at least three people could look over at any time and see him sent a rush of heat through you, your whole body tingling with arousal sensitive and aching for his touch.

Your hands immediately lowered to help him, popping open the button, and sliding the zipper down, shifting your hips just enough to let you loosen your jeans so he could slip his hands down the front of your panties. You let out a choked gasp as his clever fingers teased apart your slick folds.

“So fuckin’ wet fer me sweetheart,” Osamu groaned into your ear, “Ya really want it bad don’t ya? Want ta show all these people just how well ya take my fat cock.”

You immediately stuffed your knuckle in your mouth to muffle the moans coming from your lips, your hips twisting to meet him as his fingers danced over your sensitive clit. He was tracing teasing circles around it with his middle finger, the two on either side spreading you open to give you better access.

“Does that feel good, sweets?” he asked, his voice rough with desire as he ground his hips into your backside letting you feel the entirety of his stiff cock against your ass, “Ya like that? Like when I play with that pretty pussy o yers?”

A quick rough swipe of his finger over your clit nearly made your knees give out. One of your hands dug into his strong forearm and the other reached up blindly to clutch at the rail overhead just to give you something to hand on to lest you collapse. Osamu clearly sensed how needy he was making you as he chuckled in your ear, sounding thoroughly amused.

“Getting’ weak at the knees already sweetheart? And after all that teasin’ you did earlier too,” he teased lightly.

You were going to answer him, but he took the opportunity to slide his fingers between your wet folds, slipping a single finger inside of you and grinding his palm against your clit, as he slowly began to pump his finger in and out. You muffled your gasp into his neck, your hips automatically moving to follow the motions of his finger.

“Such a needy slut, gettin’ off on getting’ fingered on a train of all things,” Osamu purred into your ear, clearly enjoying every moment, “Someone could look at any moment and see my hand down yer panties, and then everyone would know what a slut ya are fer me.”

His words made you clench in desire, your walls clamping down on his finger, something he clearly felt if his breathless chuckle was any indication. Hazily you thought you might not mind if someone saw you, that you might even enjoy it if they did, though the thrill of getting away with something like this under the noses of everyone in the compartment added a layer of arousal that was undeniable. Still you weren’t about to let your boyfriend have things entirely his way.

“I think you’d like it too Samu,” you managed to tease, breathless with desire, “Like the idea of someone watching as you stuffed me full of your fat cock, seeing how well you fuck me. Or maybe you’d prefer it if they saw how much you like it when I’ve got my hands or mouth on you, have everyone know about those sweet little noises you make just for me? After all, you seemed to enjoy my attention earlier.”

Your boyfriend froze for a breathless moment, a low groan reaching your ears that told you he might actually like the idea of that quite a bit, especially given the way his hips were shifting against your ass, clearly seeking the friction almost as much as you were.

“Ya know yer awfully cheeky fer someone who’s got my fingers in their cunt,” Osamu told you, low, rough and breathless, “But I appreciate the reminder. I really do owe ya fer that stunt ya pulled when I was washin’ dishes. Let’s see how ya like this then sweets.”

One finger became two, stretching you open deliciously as he crooked his fingers in the perfect way to make you weak at the knees. You thought that was all he was going to do, but then he released the rail he’d been using to hold himself in place, instead reaching around to slip his hand under your shirt.

You let out a shocked and aroused gasp as he slid it upwards, taking your shirt with it until he reached your breast, then shifted your bra cup up and over, leaving you exposed to the air. Your whole body clenched in desire as his warm hand replaced it, kneading your breast and teasing his fingers over the sensitive pebbled nipple.

“S-Samu!” you gasped, shocked and utterly, helplessly, aroused, your pussy practically gushing wetness around his pumping fingers.

“I knew ya’d like that sweetheart, look at that pretty face yer makin’ fer me, good thing I’m blockin’ the view of the window or anyone could see yer reflection in it and see how much yer enjoyin’ how I’m fondlin’ ya,” your boyfriend teased.

A quick glance assured you that he was telling the truth, you could see yourself pretty well in the reflection of the window, your face flushed, mouth open as you panted and gasped, small hairs sticking to the dewing sweat. Seeing yourself like that, with Osamu’s face watching over your shoulder, his grey eyes intent and heated with want as he thrust against your backside, holding you tight to his body, was enough to make you dizzy with desire.

“Samu, c-close,” you whined helplessly in his grasp, hips grinding into his hand as he thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your sopping pussy, his other relentlessly pinching and teasing your sensitive nipple.

“Better come quick fer me then darlin’.” Osamu warned low and amused, “We’re almost at our stop, an if ya don’t come before then these doors are gonna open up wide and everyone on the platform is gonna see yer pretty tits on display and me with my fingers in yer pussy.”

It was too much for you, the thought enough to send you hurtling over the edge, a desperate moan escaping your lips as you came around his fingers, your body arching into his firm hold as you shoved your face in his neck to muffle your noises. He drew it out for as long as it could, continuing to pump into you mercilessly until you were practically trembling from overstimulation.

Your whole body was trembling and you were incredibly grateful he was standing firmly behind you, otherwise you weren’t sure you could’ve remained on your feet. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out from inside you, feeling both satisfied and yet achingly empty, wanting nothing more than to have his cock come fill the empty space his fingers had left.

It took you a minute to gather yourself, and might’ve taken longer except the voice in the overhead speaker announced you would be arriving shortly and jolted you out of your post orgasm haze.

You quickly put your clothes to rights, tugging your shirt and bra back down and hastily doing up your jeans. It was just in time too, as the train slid into the station and the doors slid open. You were sure you looked incredibly frazzled as you exited the train, though hopefully anyone who saw would put that down to riding a crowded train rather than the illicit activities you’d been partaking in.

A quick glance at your boyfriend showed that he looked incredibly smug as he strolled along casually behind you. When you made eye contact with him he smirked, and brought his fingers up to his mouth, fingers that were still wet with your juices and blatantly licked them clean.

You gaped, shocked at the sheer audacity of the move in a crowded train station, throwing a quick glance around and thanking your lucky stars that no one seemed to have noticed. Hastily you grabbed hold of his hand and practically dragged him from the station.

Osamu let you pull him along, an amused chuckle leaving his lips as he asked, “What’s the matter sweetheart? What’s got ya in such a hurry?”

“You know exactly what the matter is,” you told him with a pout as you exited the train station, scolding, “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Can’t believe I fingered ya on the train? And made ya come? Quite hard too I think,” he told you, eyes glinting with amusement, “It’s what ya deserved fer all yer teasin’.”

You flushed a bit, still a little high on the memory, though that wasn’t what you meant and he knew it. Still it was enough to stoke the side of you that liked to play with fire. Turnabout was fair play, and Osamu definitely deserved to have it turned around on him again, after all he was the one who’d started all this in the first place, with that sexy tight shirt of his.

Luckily you weren’t far from home now, and you knew things were in your favor. Despite everything that had happened you knew Osamu hadn’t come on the train, so while you were feeling mostly satisfied for the moment, he definitely wouldn’t be.

Osamu let you drag him home, chuckling to himself all the while, clearly delighted to have flustered you so badly. However, the minute you were in the door you took advantage of his preoccupation to push him just enough to make him lose his balance and fall forward with his hands braced against the door.

He sucked in a sharp breath, clearly surprised, but you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as you wrapped your arms around his torso, essentially hugging him from behind. He was obviously incredibly amused at your audacity as he asked, “Somethin’ yer needin’ sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer, instead running your hands over the strong huge chest you’d been admiring all day in that far too tight shirt. His muscles were firm and perfect under your hands, his chest easily filling your palms, well enough you couldn’t help but squeeze. Your fingers finding his pebbled nipples through the fabric and pinching gently earning a hiss of pleasure from your boyfriend.

“Fuck, I want you so bad Samu,” you told him as you trailed your hands down his torso, hands finding his strong thick thighs as they slipped underneath his apron, one of your palms slipping teasingly upward, stroking his inner thighs as he shifted his legs open a little to help you out, clearly not protesting your treatment of him, a quiet groan leaving his lips as you finally cupped his erection through his jeans.

Just as you suspected, Osamu was desperately hard and more than ready for more. He peered at you over his shoulder, grey eyes dark with desire as you braced yourself against his strong, broad back, putting more of your weight on him, so he was holding both of you up and therefore unable to move his hands from the door.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” you told him, gently squeezing him for emphasis and feeling him twitch beneath your palm.

“Yeah? What exactly have ya been thinkin’ sweetheart?” Osamu asked you, his voice losing some of the self-satisfied edge giving way to a throaty rasp.

Your hands easily undid the zipper and button, loosening up his pants enough to make them sag on his hips, but not enough to let them fall to the ground, held up only by his spread legs, and the fact that you were pressed up tightly behind him, his knees bent enough that his ass was cradled against your pelvis.

“Yer not gonna at least take the apron off?” he teased, though there was a certain breathless quality to it that let you know how much he was enjoying this. You didn’t actually dominate your boyfriend too often despite the fact that both of you liked to switch, but he always seemed to enjoy it immensely whenever you did, even if it was very clear to both of you that physically he was more than capable of ending things or turning the tables at any time.

“No, I think I like you just like this,” you told him, “Because you’re just the way I was imagining you earlier.”

“Oh?” he asked you, clearly intrigued by the idea as he watched you pull down the boxer briefs he was wearing beneath, freeing is cock, which bobbed enticingly, flushed red at the tip, fully hard and drooling. There had been a telling wet spot on them that told you his cock had spent a good deal of time weeping precum, which was only fair with how soaked your panties had been and still were.

“Just like when you were doing the dishes earlier,” you informed him teasingly, “Let’s see how well you can hide your cock underneath that apron, and maybe next time instead of groping you when you wash the dishes I’ll jerk you off instead hmm? Would you like that? My hand slipping underneath your apron and jerking you off from behind? In full view of all your employees?”

You felt his dick twitch in interest in your hands as he released a shaky breath, which you took for agreement. You began to stroke him, teasing the head with your thumb and twisting slightly on the upstroke in a way you knew never failed to make him crazy, enjoying the heavy weight of him in your hand as your other slipped lower to gently massage his heavy sack, making him let out a low tortured groan of pleasure.

“It would look just like I’m hugging you from behind,” you murmured to him, letting the fantasy play out, “No one would know unless you gave the game away that I was touching you like this. Better, not drop the dish this time though Samu.”

“F-fuck sweetheart y-you…” he trailed off gasping a little helplessly as you teased his weeping slit, gathering the moisture there and using it to help ease the passage of your hand. He’d been pretty close to the edge already, not surprising considering he’d yet to come despite all your teasing, so you weren’t surprised when he began to stiffen, his balls drawing up tight.

Pretending not to notice you pulled your hands away from him completely, ignoring his breath of shocked disappointment as you slid them up his torso underneath his shirt, cupping his pecs and massaging the strong muscle, enjoying the feel of them in your hands, gently running your thumbs teasingly over his pebbled nipples.

“I wonder how long it would take for someone to notice,” you mused idly, though you couldn’t keep all your self-satisfaction out of your voice, “You’re usually pretty quiet Samu, it might take them a while unless I do this.”

You pinched one of his nipples, earning a shocked low groan from your boyfriend who was panting for breath. His chest had always been surprisingly sensitive, which made things fun when he let you play with him like this.

“I suppose that means I’d have to stick to stroking you here,” you told him allowing your hands to slip lower, knowing enough time would have passed that you could successfully tease him to the brink again.

“Wicked tease,” Osamu accused, though he sounded incredibly aroused and not at all unhappy.

“Mm you like it,” you told him pressing your lips to the back of his neck, kissing nibbling and sucking right above the collar of his shirt, knowing it would be near impossible for him to hide the mark and relishing it. It was only fair considering how often he left marks all over you.

“Going to come for me Samu?” you murmured into his ear, as you pumped him in long teasing, slow strokes, “Going to come and make a mess all over your work apron? I should make you cover it in your release and force you to think of me stroking you like this every single time you put it on. Just like I’m going to think of your fingers inside me every time I get on a train. What do you think of that hmm?”

Your boyfriend let out a low guttural groan as he came, spilling all over the inside of his apron just as you had promised. However you’d managed to work yourself up enough that you weren’t about to let things just end there, so you continued to stroke him through it, not stopping even when he began to squirm and gasp from the overstimulation.

“Just what are ya doin’ to me sweetheart?” Osamu gasped, his hips thrusting into your hand, clearly unsure about whether he wanted to chase more friction from your hand or escape it.

“You didn’t think I’d let you stop here, did you?” you asked coyly, “Not when I’ve been dreaming of having this nice thick cock inside me all day.”

“Is that all?” Osamu managed to huff out, and before you’d really managed to process it he’d pushed away from the door, managing to get himself out of your hold and turn so he could scoop you up, making you squeal in surprise, “If all ya wanted was ta be stuffed with cock sweets then ya shoulda just said so. Ya know I’m always happy to comply.”

You huffed in amusement at that, unable to be at all upset by this turn of events, gladly letting him take control again as he carried you to your shared bedroom and set you on your feet. You were honestly a little impressed he managed it without tripping considering he hadn’t bothered to do up his pants.

You were momentarily distracted as he pulled the tight shirt up and off, admiring the play of his muscles. It was almost unfair just how attractive he was, especially when he pulled the shirt off his head and revealed his mussed dark hair.

“Are ya just goin’ to admire me all evenin’?” he teased with a smirk, as he caught you looking, “And here I was thinkin’ ya wanted me to fuck ya sweetness. Kinda hard to do that if yer still dressed.”

His words had the desired effect of prompting you into motion, quickly pulling off your own shirt and undoing your bra. You were reaching for the button and zip of your jeans when you were stopped by two large hands at your waist, gently snagging his fingers into the waist band and tugging you forward.

“C’mere sweetheart,” Osamu ordered, sliding his warm hands around your back to hold you to him and slotting his mouth against your own.

You eagerly kissed him back, enjoying the sweet slide of lips on lips and letting him coax your mouth open with his insistent tongue. You sighed in pleasure as he playfully sucked at the plump flesh of your lips, his large hands sliding down your bare back, making you shudder in pleasure, as they found your ass, fingers digging into the round curve, kneading at it.

“Taste so good,” Osamu murmured between wet, warm kisses, “Can’t wait to be inside ya, to have yer tight walls squeezin’ my cock.”

You let him walk you backwards towards the bed, not protesting in the least when his skilled fingers flicked open your jeans, your own hands too preoccupied tangled in his dark hair, and gripping his well-muscled shoulders, to bother with it yourself.

“Soaked all the way through yer panties fer me did ya?” he asked slipping his hand between your legs, which you spread eagerly for him to caress your cloth covered core, “And here I thought ya couldn’t get any wetter than when I was fingerin’ ya on the train.”

“All your fault,” you accused breathily, allowing one of your hands to slip between your bodies so you could palm his naked erection, giving it a slow teasing stroke, “Just like this is all mine.”

“Damn right it’s all yer fault,” Osamu agreed roughly, as his hips thrust into your hand. You didn’t protest at all when he hurriedly pushed down your jeans and panties, helping him wiggle you out of them, and kicking them away so he could tip you backwards on to the bed.

You landed on your back with a giggle, pushing yourself up on your elbows, and reaching an eager hand out toward him, even as your eyes raked over his muscled thighs and the proud jut of his leaking erection.

He took your invitation, grabbing hold of your thighs and tugging so your hips were at the edge of the bed, leaning over to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. Your hand tangled in his hair, your legs spreading eagerly as he teased the blunt head of his erection over your leaking core and slowly eased inside you.

The stretch of him as he filled you the slight curve of his cock rubbing against all the right places in side you made you groan in ecstasy, your fingers tugging at his hair and digging into his arm as you held him to you, your legs lifting to wrap around his hips.

“Hnng, Samu, so good,” you gasped as he bottomed out, making your feel incredibly full and utterly desperate.

“Like that?” he murmured, his own voice breathless in your ear as his mouth teased the sensitive skin of your neck, leaning down to brace himself, his elbows on either side of your head, “Like the way I’m fillin’ up that tight sweet little cunt of yers?”

“Fuck yes,” you agreed fervently as he began to thrust inside you, long, slow and deep your hips lifting off the mattress to meet him, “Fuck me Samu, fuck me!”

“Bossy,” he huffed in amusement, giving you a scolding nip even as he increased his pace, thrusting and rolling his hips in a way that made him brush up against that perfect spot inside you with every movement. You keened in response your hands digging into the strong muscles of his back as you clung to him for all you were worth.

“So good,” you whimpered, your walls fluttering and pulsing around him each movement pulling you closer to the edge, “You feel so good Samu!”

“Right back at ya sweetheart,” he assured you with a grunt, his mouth leaving your neck so he could peer down into your face.

The burning look in his eyes as he stared down at you, small gasps and panting breaths leaving his lips as his dark hair clung to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face that was twisted with pleasure was enough to make you clench around him. There wasn’t any sight in the world more arousing than him as he looked at you like you were the most desirable being on the planet, as he slacked his own arousal inside you.

“Ya gonna come fer me sweetheart?” he demanded, clearly seeing how close you were written all over your face, “Gonna cream all over my cock fer me?”

“Yes, oh yes, going to come, please Samu going to come, you answered breathlessly.

“Alright sweet girl, come for me then,” he ordered, increasing the speed of his hips, grinding himself into you making sure he rubbed against every inch of your sensitive walls.

It was more than enough, your hips arching off the bed and your eyes falling shut as you clamped down hard on him, your body milking his cock with everything you had. It turned out to be too much for your boyfriend as well, who buried himself to the hilt and let out a deep, low groan as he pulsed inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

The two of you panted for breath, his damp forehead resting in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into it affectionately as you ran your own hands through his sweaty hair.

“You good?” you asked, after several long moments just basking in the afterglow.

“Mm-hmm,” your boyfriend hummed in agreement, then asked, “You?”

“I’m a little messy,” you admitted, earning a huff of amused laughter from your pliant boyfriend who pulled himself up. You shuddered a bit at as he slipped out from your still sensitive cunt, feeling the wet and a little gross.

“Alright c’mere sweetheart, let’s get cleaned up,” he urged, helping you up with him. The two of you hobbled your way to the shower together to clean off, enjoying the lingering intimacy and affectionate touches.

As you dried off you watched Osamu pick the clothes the two of you had left scattered across the floor to toss in the hamper, but paused as he let out a huff of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you asked curiously.

“Just thinkin’ I was pretty unhappy with stupid Tsumu fer shrinkin’ all my shirts, but now I’m thinkin’ I might just have ta let him do laundry more often,” he admitted with a smug smirk, as he wiggled the shirt that had started the whole debacle at you.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you retorted, knowing full well that he would, in fact, dare, and judging from the raised eyebrow and the smirk on his face he knew it too.

“Alright fine, wear your tight shirts,” you warned, earning a wary look from your boyfriend who’d clearly expected you to put up more of a fuss, “Just be warned I might have to take revenge again!”

Your boyfriend’s eyes roved your still mostly bare form with an appraising eye, before tilting his head, giving you a salacious smirk and informing you, “Ya know I think I could live with that.”

“We’ll just see about that,” you told him crossing your arms over your chest, only to shriek a moment later as he swept you off your feet, and began to pepper your face with teasing kisses, his hands roaming your still shower warm skin as he proceeded to show you just how much he wouldn’t mind another day like today.

You laughed, unable to help yourself, even as you quietly plotted in the back of your mind. You’d enjoyed the day too after all, and turnabout was fair play. Next time you were definitely going to give Osamu a taste of his own medicine.

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Tangled and Entwined

This is my NSFW Secret Santa piece for @candychronicles​ from the Haikyuu Headquarters server! Hello! We haven’t really interacted much, but I hope you enjoy this! I wasn’t entirely sure what you liked, hopefully it’s okay!

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Thanks again to the wonderful Tay @deathcab4daddy​ I really bombarded you with a lot of words, but you were amazing as usual! 😊💖

Warnings: 18+ minors dni! smut and fluff, bondage, slightly submissive Terushima, making out, grinding, female reader, biting, cunnilingus, teasing, blowjobs, edging, overstimulation, slight anal fingering (male), unprotected sex, creampie

5.1K words

It had started out innocently enough. It was your first holiday living together, and Terushima had insisted on going all out, making cookies, playing Christmas music, and decorating to celebrate. He’d dove into things so enthusiastically that you hadn’t had the heart to say no, and had been swept along by the tide of his holiday cheer.

You’d been in the kitchen working on icing a batch of cookies when an enormous crash and a string of swear words reached your ears. More than a bit concerned, you’d set your things down and made your way to the living room where your boyfriend was supposed to be decorating the tree.

             “Teru’?” you called a little confused as you entered the room only to find it completely empty of your energetic boyfriend, who’d been bouncing around the house like an overly energetic puppy all morning, belting out song lyrics at the top of his lungs, “Yuuji, where are you?”

             “Here,” he answered, his voice tinged with an unhappy note that let you know even before you rounded the couch that he was pouting, and the sight that met your eyes told you exactly why that was. Somehow, someway, your boyfriend had gotten himself completely tangled up in an extremely long strand of lights, which were wrapped tight around his torso, trapping one of his arms to his side and the other above his head, one of his legs was also thoroughly tangled the lights looped several times around his thigh and calf.

             “Having a little trouble?” you asked, trying desperately to hold back the laughter that was threatening to burst from your lips at the sight of him.

             “It’s not funny,” he grumbled twitching slightly, clearly trying to free himself from his predicament, but failing, reminding you a bit of a fish caught in a net.

             It had taken all your willpower to hold back, but you simply couldn’t any more. Laughter burst from your lips as you clung desperately to the furniture to keep yourself upright. You weren’t ever going to let him live this down. Luckily, your boyfriend had always been the good-natured type and eventually managed to smile back at you despite his predicament, clearly amused by your reaction.

 He even let you snap several pictures of him on your phone without complaint, sticking his tongue out to show off the green metal tongue piercing he’d put in specifically for Christmas. He’d insisted it was his own way of showing holiday spirit, though personally you were pretty sure he’d just thought it had looked cool and bought it on impulse.

 “Alright, kitty, you’ve had your fun,” he told you with a playful pout on his lips, “Now help me out, would you?”

 “Okay, okay,” you conceded with a smile, leaning down to press a light peck to his lips.

 As per usual, when you went to kiss Terushima, he wasn’t about to let you get away with a simple peck, his lips chasing after yours, the warmth of his mouth too sweet and enticing to resist. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate, likely from the hot cocoa he’d been drinking earlier, and you couldn’t seem to resist.

 His lips curled beneath yours in a pleased smile, as you brought one of your hands up to gently cup his face, deepening the kiss, and holding him to you as your other hand supported his neck, fingertips brushing over the soft fuzz of his undercut at the nape of his heck.

 His mouth opened eagerly under yours, happy to welcome you, skilled tongue darting out to lick its way into yours, the hot, wet appendage stroking over yours. The feel of the metal ball of his tongue piercing was familiar by now, unlike the first few times you’d kissed like this and it had taken you by surprise, but the sensation never failed to make you shiver in anticipatory pleasure.

 Each swipe of his skilled tongue against yours sent small spikes of arousal through you, and you hummed in pleasure against his mouth. When you finally parted from him, you were utterly breathless as you panted against him.

 “Naughty,” you scolded a little breathless as you peered into his eyes, forehead resting against his.

 “You love it, kitty,” he insisted a smug grin on his lips, a little breathless himself.

 You hummed in agreement, and shifted so that you were straddling his body, your hips automatically moving to his, and finding a very clear indication of how much he too had been enjoying things. Not that it was difficult, your boyfriend was always eager for you, the day Terushima Yuuji said no to sex would be the day pigs flew.

 “You love it too,” you countered, grinding your hips down on him for emphasis, earning a low, raspy moan of pleasure, from your boyfriend, his whole body jolting as he tried to reach for you, but failed, too tangled in the Christmas lights to move.

 “Never denied it,” he told you with his signature tongue lolling grin, the kind meant to show off the tongue piercing he was still stupidly proud of even all these years later, “So why don’t you help me get untangled and I’ll show you just how much I loved it.”

 You glanced at him, considering, your eyes roaming over him as you sat up so you could see him properly. There was something about him like this that was incredibly appealing. The bright red band t-shirt he’d worn to decorate had risen part way up his chest and was stuck there, exposing the nicely chiseled abs he fastidiously maintained, and the muscles in the arm trapped above his head were taut and straining slightly against the wires. His dark jeans had slipped low on his hips, exposing the nice V cut of his hips, and the dark green elastic of his underwear, and the dark treasure trail that led from his belly button and disappeared enticingly into his pants.

 “Hmm, no,” you eventually told him, after returning your gaze to his, earning a surprised stutter from your boyfriend, the smug look slipping off his face, leaving sputtering confusion in its wake.

 “No?” he asked utterly baffled, “But kitty…?!”

 “No,” you repeated firmly, untangling his arm from where it had been crushed against his side just enough so that it could be lifted above his head, then looping the lights around both his wrists for good measure to keep him pinned there, grinding your hips down on his erection, savoring the way the seam of his jeans rubbed right up against your clit through the thin leggings you were wearing.

 “Stay still, Yuuji,” you warned teasingly, unable to help the smug grin on your lips as your boyfriend watched you with unabashed awe and desire on his face, “Be extra nice for me, and I’ll give you an early gift.”

 “I’ll be good,” he swore vehemently, an excited grin splitting his face, “I’ll be so good!”

 “You’d better,” you told him, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss, one he responded to eagerly, his mouth opening easily, hot, wet, and fervent as you pressed a series of open-mouthed kisses on him before trailing up his jaw kissing and nipping at the skin as you went.

 You moved your hips against him in a slow rhythm, enjoying the feeling of him between your legs. He was loud as usual, moaning unashamedly and doing his best to thrust up beneath you undulating and writhing in a way you couldn’t help but find extremely sexy.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted, breathless and eager, as you nipped at the skin of his neck, kissing, licking and suckling at it. Normally, you were fairly careful about leaving marks on him, mostly for your own sake. He didn’t care a single bit about it, and was happy to show any hickies you gave him off to the world. He’d even brag about them if he got the opportunity, but you were a little more circumspect.

 It meant you had to be the one to control yourself usually for both your sakes and your own dignity, but seeing how close it was to Christmas, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Instead you marked him up thoroughly, tossing caution to the wind as you nipped at the skin at the junction of his neck right where the collar of his t-shirt hit, pulling it back, stretching the fabric to give you better access to his skin.

 “Whoa, kitty, you really like this, huh?” your boyfriend asked even as he panted for breath unable to help teasing you despite how helpless he was, “Me, bound and helpless for you?”

 You bit down hard in response, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to be slightly painful, earning a garbled shout of surprise, his hips automatically bucking into yours, and a deep desperate groan escaping his lips. You smirked into his neck even as you laved over the nice bite mark you’d left on his skin, one that would no doubt leave a deep bruise. You’d known from the beginning that Terushima liked a little pain along with his pleasure every once in a while. You just hadn’t realized quite how much he liked it before.

             “What did I say about being naughty, Yuuji,” you purred teasingly into his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe and teasing the piercings with your tongue, “Be nice for me now.”

             “Fuck yes, kitty,” he groaned in response.

             You hummed in pleasure and sat back, grinding down on him again and earning a whimpered moan as you pulled the oversized sweater you’d been wearing up over your head and tossed it to the side. The way he looked at you never failed to make you feel sexy and appreciated. Terushima wasn’t the kind of guy who held back, and his chocolate colored eyes were dark with desire as he let them roam over your exposed torso.

             In turn you carefully hiked his shirt up, pulling it through the strings of lights wrapped taught over his chest so that it was bunched over his collar bones, admiring the way the soft white lights lit his peach colored skin, framing each ridge and dip of his chiseled muscle and caught on the glinting metal that framed his dusky brown nipples.

             You leaned forward unable to help yourself, determined to mark him up just as thoroughly here as you’d done to his neck. One of your hands automatically moved up to gently tug at the piercing through his left nipple, playing with the little metal balls and teasing the tip with the pad of your thumb, hoping to coax some more noise from him.

             He eagerly obliged, curses and moans escaping his lips as he wriggled against his bonds, each sound sending bolts of heat through you making you grind helplessly into him. Your panties were damp between your thighs, no doubt soaked with your desire for him.

             “Like that?” you teased, nipping at the taught skin of his chest and flicking your tongue playfully over his other nipple, rolling the little balls around and enjoying the weight and feel of it as you sucked it into your mouth.

             “Fuck yeah kitty, you know I do,” he panted, his hips jolting and bucking helplessly with every nip and flick of your tongue, seeking friction between your thighs. The flush of his skin, and the breathless way he spoke making you feel utterly electric. Your own body flush with desire and arousal slick between your thighs.

             “Then why don’t you show me?” you asked, your eyes catching on the glinting metal of his tongue as he spoke, desire to have the talented appendage between your thighs coursing through you. You wriggled your leggings and underwear down off your hips, and kicking them away as he grinned at you, clearly picking up on what you wanted.

             “Hell yeah, pretty kitty, come up here and let me show you just how nice I can be,” he ordered, a self-assured smirk on his face as he waggled his tongue at you teasingly, still utterly cocky despite the fact that he was tied up and helpless.

             Still, he wouldn’t be Terushima without the attitude, and you had to admit even if it did drive you crazy at times, other times you found it incredibly attractive. This was one of those times, even if you did roll your eyes at him first, unable to help the amused smile that tugged your lips upwards even as you crawled up his body.

             You hovered over his face hesitantly for a moment, a little worried about smothering him. Normally when you did this his hands were free, and he was the one holding you down. He’d normally dig his hands into your thighs and press his face as close as he could get to you and use his talented tongue to make you cum over and over again until you were a shaking mess of overstimulation.

             This time though his hands were a bit preoccupied and you had absolutely no intention of letting them free. Instead you slipped one of your hands into his and ordered, “Pinch me if you need me to get up.”

             “Yeah right whatever,” he agreed unbothered, “Now come here, kitty.”

             You rolled your eyes again at his careless demeanor but did as ordered, lowering yourself over his face, your thighs spread wide to accommodate the arms held above his head. You let out a choked moan as he immediately dove in. Terushima had always eaten you out like a man starved, desperate to taste you, eager for every little bit of arousal he could pull from you.

             It was always an incredible experience and he knew it too. The man was a god at oral sex, not that you’d ever tell him that lest his ego grow even larger than it already was. He used his tongue piercing with skill, letting you feel the contrast in texture as he traced it over your folds, and lapped at your hold, drinking in your essence.

             “Yuuji,” you groaned, shuddering above him your hips jolting in an aborted movement as he flicked his skilled tongue over your entrance, his nose nuzzling against your clit, doing your best to speak, well aware that he liked to hear you talk when he did this for you, “Feels good, just like that for me, baby.”

             He speared his tongue into you, the sensation making you shake and writhe above him, a litany of moans escaping your lips as you praised him, “Your tongue is so amazing Yuuji, fuck, so good, so good.”

             He sucked and slurped at your folds, the sounds he was making utterly obscene, as he moaned into you, clearly enjoying it just as much as you were. Your hips were making tiny helpless thrusts against his face, seeking more as he ate you out thoroughly enough to make your thighs quake with desire.

             The sensation of it all was too much and quickly sent you tipping over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you, making you glad you had hold of him to ground yourself. He continued to lick and suck at you through it, not letting up for even a second making you whimper as you fought to get your shaking thighs to cooperate so you could pull yourself away.

             “Hey no come back, kitty. I wasn’t done,” he whined unhappily, lifting his head to try to chase you but unable to his arms jerking in a belated movement, clearly trying to grab hold of you.

             “Don’t you want your reward for being so nice to me, Yuuji?” you asked him, a little breathless as you shuffled back and away.

             “I was getting my reward already,” he informed you looking more than a bit smug, his face shiny from your release, “So come back here.”

             “I don’t think so,” you told him with a wry grin. Honestly, you should’ve known he’d say something like that, the cocky little jerk that he was. Still you weren’t about to let him have his way, he was the one tied up, you were the one meant to have your way with him.

             You didn’t give him a chance to protest as you slipped further down so you were straddling his thighs, palming the prominent bulge you found there, and earning a low groan from your sexy boyfriend. It took seconds to undo the belt he was wearing and flick open the button and zipper.

             “Really, Yuuji?” you asked, as you smiled a little in helpless amusement at the boxers he was wearing, which were a dark green and covered in little candy canes and Santa faces.

             “Santa is a sexy man,” he informed you with a teasing grin, completely unashamed, “And so am I.”

             “If you say so,” you agreed with a giggle, tugging his jeans and boxers down. They couldn’t go far because of the string of lights wrapped tight around one of his thighs, but far enough that you could free his erection, which sprang free, resting hard, flushed, and eager against his muscled abdomen.

             “Mm, I guess you are pretty sexy,” you conceded running your hands over his muscled thighs, enjoying the way the muscle flexed under your palms and the way his cock twitched in interest as you traced your thumbs over the sensitive skin on his inner thighs.

             “Fuck yeah I am,” he told you with a smug grin, one that made you want to wipe that cocky expression right off his face. You knew just now to do it too.

             Slowly you leaned down and began to kiss at his thighs, one of your hands reaching up to smooth over the firm muscle of his abs, and the other holding his hips in place. You worked slowly, laving your tongue over the muscle, kissing and nipping, enjoying the way they twitched and jumped with every sharp sensation.

             Your thumb traced circles on his hipbone as his cock twitched helplessly against his belly, the flushed tip smearing precum all over him. You refused to touch it, instead lowering your hand to gently squeeze his full sack, rolling it in your hand, massaging the heavy balls.

             Above you, Terushima was getting loud again, a string of curses leaving his lips in between low moans as your hand slipped lower. You teased the sensitive skin of his perineum with the tip of your index finger, making his hips jolt in pleasure, a surprised whine leaving his lips, the sound making you throb with desire.

             You carefully traced the sensitive pucker of his ass with your finger, pressing on it, teasing just the tip into his entrance, only your firm grip on his hips keeping him from writhing under your ministrations. You found a spot on his thigh that you liked, one you knew would brush up against the inner seam of his jeans and nipped at it several times in succession, hoping to leave a nice thorough mark that would remind him of you every time he moved later.

             “Tease,” your boyfriend accused, the word lacking any sort of sting with how breathlessly he said it.

             “You deserve it,” you told him, lifting your head up so you could look him in the eye even as you continued to tease your finger around his sensitive rim. There was a definite flush to his cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his skin making his golden blond hair stick to his forehead.

             “I thought I was nice,” he protested, a quiet gasp escaping his lips as your hand left his pucker to tease his perineum again.

             “You were nice,” you agreed with a grin, your body humming with arousal from the power you had over him, and the beautiful way he was responding to your every movement, “But then you were naughty right after.”

             “I wasn’t nngh!” he cut off with a groan of helpless pleasure as you finally wrapped your hand around the base of his desperate cock and slowly began to pump him, in long slow strokes.

             “You were,” you corrected, a little entranced with the sounds he made as you swiped your thumb over the sensitive head, gathering the moisture there and using it to help ease the passage of your hand over him, “But that’s okay, because I know exactly what to do with naughty boys.”

             “Oh yeah?” your boyfriend asked, the words probably meant to sound self-assured but coming out eager and breathy with desire instead.

             “Uh-huh,” you agreed, dipping your head to lick a long stripe along the sensitive underside of his cock, making his hips buck helplessly into the air, a shuddering gasp escaping his lips.

             You teased your tongue over the mushroomed head, exploring the sensitive ridge there, savoring the taste of him and the heavy feeling of him on your tongue as you sucked the tip into your mouth. He moaned above you as you continued to work him over, doing all the things you knew he loved, gently grazing your teeth over him, the feel of it making him shudder.

             You allowed yourself to drool all over him, peering up at him through your lashes and making pleased humming sounds around him as you took what you could into your mouth, your hand working the places where you couldn’t quite reach. His lips were parted as he panted for breath, his eyes locked on you, a fascinated awed look on his face that was utterly intent and flushed with desire.

             It was the same look he always gave you, as if he almost couldn’t believe that you’d do something like this for him, despite how eagerly he always went down on you. It made you even more eager to please him, because you knew, despite how utterly cocksure he acted, Terushima worshipped the ground you walked on.

 Experience meant you knew exactly when he was going to cum as you worked him up, only to pull back at the very last second making him whine unhappily as you removed your mouth, helpless confusion painting over his features. It was almost enough to make you feel bad, right up until you remembered the cocky look he’d worn not even five minutes prior and reminded yourself he definitely deserved this. Instead you slowly stroked your hand over him, not quite giving him enough stimulus to cum, but enough to keep him dancing close to the edge.

 “You look good like this, Yuuji,” you praised, well aware he had a bit of a praise kink, “all tied up for me, hard and needy.”

 “Kitty, kitty please,” he groaned, his cock flushed and weeping in your palms, hips shifting helplessly unable to move far because of the way he was tangled, seeking more friction.

 “Not yet, Yuuji,” you cooed at him, “Not yet, hold on for me, won’t you?”

 He groaned, low and deep as you slid up his chest, your hand still working him over, as you caught his lips in a messy kiss, one he eagerly dove into, clearly trying to distract himself from your teasing. You let him, enjoying the taste of yourself on his lips, one you were well accustomed to by now given how much he enjoyed eating you out.

 Threading your free hand through his hair, you tugged at it, knowing how much he enjoyed it as you allowed him to plunder your mouth. However, you didn’t let him distract you enough that you couldn’t tell when he got close to the edge again. You knew him too well for that, and instead pulled back again, leaving him untouched, his cock twitching desperately against his abs as he writhed searching for friction.

 A needy whine left his lips, the sound sending a bolt of heat through you. He was worked up and desperate, but the noises he was making were getting to you. You could feel an ache between your legs, your walls clenching around nothing, practically begging to be filled with your boyfriend’s thick cock.

 “Please,” he begged between kisses, completely unashamed at how desperate he sounded, brazen as ever even when he was needy, “please, please, please. I won’t be naughty this time. I’ll be nice!”

 “That’s what you always say,” you scolded lightly, even as you pulled away from his mouth, so you could resettle yourself over his hips giving in to both his need and your own. The two of you groaned in unison as you slowly sank down on his thick length, the feel of him inside you, stretching and filling you enough to make your breath catch in pleasure.

 “I mean it,” Terushima managed to gasp out as you began to slowly roll your hips, savoring the feel of him inside you, swiveling to ensure he hit all the right spots.

 “Then prove it, be nice for me now,” you challenged, “And don’t you dare cum until I do.”

 “Only if you let me see your tits, kitty,” he counter offered, breathlessly, brazen as ever.

 “I don’t think you’re really in a position to be making demands here,” you told him, amused at his audacity, purposefully clenching around him and earning a low moan of pleasure.

 “Please kitty?” he begged, dark eyes locked on yours, giving you the best pout, he could muster under the circumstances, “It’s Christmas, right? Season of giving?”

             You huffed at that, amused at the sheer cheek, but in the end, you caved, reaching around to undo your bra, and shrugging it off your shoulders, letting your breasts bounce free. Terushima’s eyes immediately went to them, tongue darting out, clearly desperate to taste you.

 Your hands immediately went up to them, figuring you might as well give him a show, squeezing and fondling them, in the way that felt best to you, pushing them up and together for him to see. Your fingers plucked at your nipples, teasing both him and yourself, your hips speeding up inadvertently, chasing your pleasure as you watched him watch you.

 His hips gave aborted, shallow thrusts, clearly desperately trying to match you and chase his own pleasure, making the muscles in this abdomen ripple and glisten in the light given off by the tiny bulbs on the string. Several red marks where the wire dug into his skin as he’d thrashed against his bonds had appeared crisscrossing his skin beautifully. His face was a mask of desire, want, and affection intertwined and clear for anyone to see.

 You honestly thought you’d never seen anything quite as appealing as he was in that moment, as you chased your pleasure, one of your hands sneaking down under his watchful gaze to toy with your clit as you rode him. The sight was clearly too much for your boyfriend, who you could clearly see was right on the edge. However, you were too worked up yourself to want to back down, instead pushing harder, chasing your own pleasure.

 You felt him begin to cum inside you, hot liquid splashing against your insides, but continued to ride him. Your own ending was close, though you purposefully pulled your hand away from your clit and your breasts, prolonging it as best you could.

 “T-too much, kitty, too much,” he whined at you, not that you were at all inclined to listen to him.

 “It’s your own fault, Yuuji,” you scolded breathlessly, “We had a deal, and you couldn’t keep up your end of it, which means you get to stay just like this until I cum.”

 “Fuck, fuck kitty, feels so good, it hurts, but it feels so good,” he moaned at you, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut and his hands clenched into fists. His hips shifted as much as they could under you, though whether he was trying to meet you, or shrink away you couldn’t tell.

 “I know you like it, Yuuji,” you teased, “You think you can cum again for me?”

 Your challenge made his eyes pop open, staring at you in surprise as you reached forward, your nails digging into his chest, earning a broken moan from your boyfriend, whose cock twitched inside you at the sensation. You tugged lightly at his nipples, conscious not to yank as you played with the piercings, the pleasure making him whine.

 He felt so good inside you, thick and hard and perfect, curved just enough to brush along the front of your walls with every thrust. The sound of your hips on his was utterly obscene, the sound filling the room along with a litany of gasping breaths and moans, mingling in the air between the two of you, sending fissions of desire along your spine.

 Your own end was getting close, as you chased after it, your movements becoming slightly sloppy as you rode him desperately. Your back arched as you swiveled your hips in just the right way to push you over the edge, your walls clamping down hard on his cock, milking him for all he was worth. A choked moan left your throat, as you felt him begin to cum once more, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer as you collapsed on his chest.

 You lay there for several moments catching your breath but it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as it usually was and you couldn’t stay for long. Instead you pushed yourself back up, wincing slightly at the way the bulbs had dug into your skin. Terushima looked just as wrung out as you felt, still flushed and panting as he watched you with clear adoration in his eyes.

 You pressed a quick affectionate kiss to his lips, and slowly began to carefully untangle him from the lights, managing to free his wrists and arms, so he could help you with the rest. He had a few deep red lines across his skin from where the wires had dug in slightly when he thrashed, and his chest, neck and thighs were awash with the marks you’d left in your wake. He looked well and truly fucked, and from the smirk on his face, he knew it too.

 “Next time, you get to be the one tied up,” he managed to tease, a cocky grin on his face as he carefully helped you pull yourself off his softening cock, pulling his t-shirt up over his head and tossing it to you to help clean yourself up with, uncaring about the mess.

 “Fine by me,” you agreed, more than willing to switch and let him take care of you, “But not with the lights next time, as it is, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at them the same way ever again.”

 He grinned at you, completely recovered and utterly unashamed as he waggled his eyebrows and asked, “Then how do you feel about tinsel, kitty?”

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A Diamond in the Rough (Part 1)

Hey everyone! This is my part for the Once Upon a Dream Collab that was with @katsuverse and @juicykatsuki. The theme of the collab was Disney x Haikyuu crossovers so if you're interested check it out!

I'm a little late, I fell asleep last night and forgot to post, but here it is! I also decided to break this up into three maybe even four parts, because we're already 10K+ for this part and only maybe a third of the way through. I hope you all enjoy it regardless, and I'll be posting the next parts (hopefully) soon!

If you like this feel free to check out my Oikawa Tooru Masterlist!

While there is no smut in this part there will be in the future thus this story is 18+ minoris DNI please!

TW: Mentions of prostitution, poverty, starvation, hurt children, the consequences of the Aladdin equivalent of growing up in the medieval slums, disease, hidden gender, brief mentions of rape and domestic abuse, (nothing in depth, but readers please if you’re sensitive to those issues proceed with caution)

warning about Jafar, because he deserves his own warning, mentions of murder, gaslighting, manipulation, and general sleaziness because like Aladdin’s Jafar he has a thing for “princess Jasmine”

This story is fem!Reader x Oikawa, but there will be mentions of other pairings as Oikawa is pansexual in this story!

“You know things would be much easier for you if you’d just come and join us here,” your friend told you as she carefully bandaged up your fingers, “You’re certainly comely enough, once we got you cleaned up a bit, and we always have full bellies, we get nice presents and a place to rest our heads. There would be no more of this suffering for you.”

“Except I’d open myself up to a whole new type of suffering,” you told her knowingly, gently touching her face where you could see the shadow of a bruise forming on her jaw, “And I wouldn’t be able to fight back.”

Hana winced slightly, but said nothing to contradict your statement, quietly biting her lip, clear worry in her pretty cinnamon brown eyes. The two of you had been friends since you were very young, running around the streets together from the time you could walk. She’d been your neighbor, living with her sickly grandmother just next door.

Both your caretakers had died of a disease that had swept through the city and you’d been quickly and ruthlessly evicted from your former home. With no one else to rely on you’d stuck together through the years, two orphan girls out scavenging to survive.

Your mother had been a prostitute, one who’d done her best to take care of you up until she’d died of that awful disease when you were five. You didn’t remember much about her these days, nothing except for a soft voice and the shade of her hair, but you did remember just how rough she’d had it.

You might’ve been young, but you’d had no choice but to hear what happened to her, as you were forced to hide away in a small closet every time she had a client over into the small one room apartment the two of you had shared. You remembered her crying, and the quiet vow you’d made to yourself to never ever be like her no matter what. Anything else had to be better than that.

It was a thought that had only been reinforced as you grew up and saw how prostitutes were treated, used, abused and thrown away at the whims of their clients. The lucky ones, the ones with the looks to draw higher class clientele, belonged to houses like Hana, run by a Madam who enforced the rules, but even those were lax at times depending on how valuable the client was.

Living on the streets, running errands, performing the odd job where you could, and stealing from stands you knew could afford it to make up the difference wasn’t all that great either. For one thing you’d learned after a brief scare when you were much younger that it was much safer to be male than female, because the crueler hardened men who roamed the streets, especially at night, wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of a lone woman on her own.

Acquiring a proper binder for your breasts, and learning to walk, talk and act like a man had become a necessity to protect yourself. However, masquerading as a man had its downsides as well, most obviously that quiet, vicious, fighting over things like food and what little money another street rat might have were prominent and no one would go easy on a man. It also meant the few times you’d had to run away from the guards you’d gotten roughed up a bit, even if you got away in the end, which was unfortunately what had happened today.

You’d gotten good enough at stealing throughout the years to almost always slip away without notice. Unfortunately the vendor you were nicking the bread from had sneezed and bumped into you at just the wrong moment. He’d immediately cottoned on to your light fingers, shouting about a thief.

You’d managed to lead the guards on a merry chase, using the rooftops and your knowledge of the backstreets of the city to lose them, though not without a few tumbles and scrapes. The worst part was you hadn’t even gotten the chance to enjoy the fruits of your labors.

You’d sat down, fully intending to eat your meal when you’d heard a small sound nearby. It hadn’t taken you long to spot the children, young enough you couldn’t spot their gender at a glance, rummaging through the trash outside one of the restaurants in the area. It was one of the few that wouldn’t give a street rat a smack or try to detain them for the guards if they caught them, the owner more tenderhearted than most. However, it was also a very good restaurant, with a very frugal owner who rarely ever had leftovers or any waste at the end of the day.

Looking at the two children you’d been reminded of yourself and Hana from back when the two of you had just started on the streets, scuttling like the rats you were named after from alley to alley hoping to avoid the attention of the guards and anyone else who might hurt you, desperately searching for food.

You’d ended up handing over your ill-gotten gains to the wide-eyed children, and given them directions to a nearby street vendor you knew of who often gave away scraps to children. It wasn’t much, but it was all you could do for them, especially as you were barely able to keep yourself fed and alive.

The nostalgia you’d felt at seeing the children had led your feet to the brothel where Hana was working. You’d come at a good time, and your ever-worried friend had quickly ushered you inside, insisting on feeding you a bit of her own dinner and bandaging you up a bit before you left.

Despite your feelings on prostitution for yourself, you’d never resented your friend for making the choice when it was offered to her, and had even encouraged her to go for it if that was what she truly wanted. Street life had always been much harder on her than on you, as she’d never quite been able to pull off the boyish act that you did, and wasn’t nearly as tough or scrappy.

That wasn’t to say she couldn’t hold her own if she needed to, there was no one else you’d trust to have your back in a fight like her, but she didn’t enjoy it. It left her out of sorts and paranoid for days on end. Being scouted out for a brothel was probably one of the best things that could’ve happened for her, and one of the few things a street rat could do to get out of the streets, you just wished there was something more you could do.

The sound of bugles in the street caught you off guard, and both you and Hana turned toward the window. This particular brothel was high class enough that it was on the main thoroughfare that led straight from the city entrance to the Sultan’s palace. It meant a lot of visiting lords often passed by.

The girls of the brothel immediately rushed forward, no doubt hoping to both see and maybe catch the attention of someone in the party. You’d fully intended to hang back, but found yourself dragged forward by Hana who was surprisingly strong for her size and vicious as she elbowed her fellows out of the way.

It meant you got a good view to watch the procession as it meandered into view. There were several palanquins and mounted guards, along with servants driving camel pulled carts that no doubt carried their luggage. It was huge and extravagant, every single person dressed in finery, even the clothing of the servants and guards far better than even the merchants in the middle area of town.

They were clearly putting on some kind of show, both for those of you who were watching, and for the sultan. You’d heard rumors that his son Prince Tooru was searching for a bride, and wondered if maybe one of the palanquins held a potential candidate. Word on the street was that he was rejecting everyone who came to him out of hand, claiming none were good enough despite how beautiful they were or how much was offered in their dowry.

“Look, it’s the prince of Shiratorizawa!” Hana hissed, elbowing you in the side and pointing to a man who was riding at the front of the column, letting out a breathy sigh as she identified him, “Ushijima Wakatoshi.”

The man would’ve looked more like a guard or soldier with his build, which was utterly enormous and heavy with muscle, if not for the finery he was wearing. Everything was rich embroidered silks, and he had heavy gold collar around his neck along with a few rings whose gems you could almost see sparkling from where you were stood they were so large.

He was rather handsome, if austere looking, his face practically carved from marble as he glanced around at the cheering citizens who were welcoming him as they gathered in the streets seemingly unbothered by the commotion. The horse he rode on was huge, and pure white with a silvery mane, its saddle trimmed in expensive purple cloth that no doubt cose a fortune.

He was surrounded by several retainers, one of whom had the brightest red hair you’d ever seen, and another whose hair you could swear was an unnatural shade of silver. You probably would’ve kept on watching, letting the ruckus pass you by, except movement from the crowd caught your eye.

You recognized the man moving through the crowd as one of the nastier shopkeepers. Yasir was the type to set out food seemingly for street rats to take as an elaborate trap before dragging them to the guards. Normally you wouldn’t interfere, as you’d learned early on that sticking your neck out for anyone would only get you burned, but you recognized the person being dragged along as one of the children you’d seen earlier. They were identifiable even from a distance because of the rust orange wrap they had tied around their head.

Your heart, which you tried to keep iced over in order to keep from bleeding for every poor street rat kid you came across, throbbed painfully, and you were halfway out the window before you’d even really thought about it. You paused however, when the kid proved to be more scrappy than you would’ve guessed. You couldn’t see what exactly it was they did, but it forced the cruel old merchant to let go.

It probably would’ve been fine if the kid had chosen any other direction to run in, but unfortunately, they’d chosen to run right for the street, just ahead of where the prince and his party were going to pass. Your body was moving before you’d even really processed what was happening, barely registering Hana’s shout of alarm as you leapt into the crowd, slipping through with the ease of long experience.

You managed to break through just in time to see the kid take a tumble right in front of the Shiratorizawa Prince’s horse. The proud, enormous creature immediately balked, rearing and flailing its dangerous hooves, shouts of alarm echoing through the crowd and from Ushijima’s retainers, though whether they were worried about the prince or the child you couldn’t tell.

Heedless of the danger you leapt forward, managing to snag the kid and dodge the horse’s flailing hooves, getting both of you out of the way and to the other side of the street. The crowd parted, more to avoid being even remotely associated with you then to let you through, but you were grateful nonetheless as you took the kid’s hand and pulled them through the labyrinth of buildings, hoping to shake any pursuers and then dodged into an alleyway to catch your breath.

“You alright kid?” you asked to your charge who was staring up at you with huge eyes.

They nodded slowly, a wary glint in them that told you they’d been on the street long enough to know not to trust just anyone, even if they’d done you a favor, maybe even especially not if they’d done you a favor. The sound of rapid footsteps alerted you to the presence of another, and you turned, just in time to see the other kid who’d been with them barrel into the alleyway, a small knife in hand.

You were honestly impressed they’d managed to follow you through the twists and turns you’d taken through the alleyways, especially since you hadn’t seen them in the crowd during your initial rush to save their friend. The kid glanced between the two of you, clearly willing to launch themselves at you if you showed the slightest hint of hostility towards either of them.

“Relax kid,” you told them, holding your hands out in a peaceful gesture, “I’m not going to hurt you, or your little friend here, in fact if you’ll move to the side there I fully intend to leave now.”

“Why?” the kid with the knife demanded, brandishing it at you.

“Because I’m bigger and more experienced then you and if you attack me I’ll kick your ass,” you told them bluntly, deliberately misinterpreting the question as you leveled a glare at the kid.

“I mean why did you help us?” the kid clarified, still brandishing the knife as they eyed you suspiciously.

You heaved a sigh and darted forward faster than the kid could react knocking the knife from their hands easily, twisting their wrist up behind their back in a hold you knew from experience they wouldn’t be able to escape. The kid wriggled furiously, cursing up a storm, and you raised an eyebrow, impressed by the language they’d picked up, but as you predicted they were nowhere near strong enough to get free of your grip.

“Please,” the kid you’d saved pleaded eyes darting between you and their friend as they bowed low, “Please, please, don’t hurt her!”

“Her huh?” you asked, both surprised and not. The more you interacted with the kid the more you were reminded of yourself. Both kids froze, horror taking over the face of the one you could see as they realized they’d slipped.

“I suggest being a little more circumspect with that information in the future,” you scolded lightly, as you set your foot down firmly on the knife and released the kid, shoving her toward her friend, “And not picking fights you can’t win, or else you won’t last long here.”

The kid stumbled but quickly got to her feet again, planting herself firmly between you and the other, who you were beginning to suspect was also female, leveling you with a rather impressive glare for a kid her size.

“Try to stab me in the back when I leave and I won’t be near as nice,” you warned, meaning it. You knew kids could be just as vicious as adults at that age, after all you certainly had been.

“You didn’t answer my question!” the girl demanded, as you turned to walk away though to her credit she didn’t move to follow, and there was a slightly plaintive note to her voice.

“Call it a whim,” you answered over your shoulder, “And because you reminded me of someone.”

Good deed accomplished you slipped away into the alleys, climbing up on to the rooftops. You didn’t actually move all that far away, instead pausing on one of the more open rooftops, absently fingering your own weapons, which were tucked away neatly into the sash on your waist as you demanded, “Is there a reason you’re following me?”

“Oya? How interesting,” the voice was smooth and rather cultured, and as you turned to get a look at the person who’d been stalking you, who’d arrived at the same time as the knife wielding kid, you had to do a double take.

You recognized him. It was hard not to what with that bright crimson hair, worn in sharp spikes that accentuated the sharpness of his face, with its high cheekbones, thin bladed nose, and sharp chin, though the most prominent feature was one you hadn’t been able to see at a distance earlier, a pair of ruby red eyes that were observing you with interest.

Even without his distinguishing features you still would’ve been able to tell he didn’t belong, decked out as he was in clothing that, while not as ostentatious as prince Wakatoshi’s, was still far too ostentatious for a normal person. He’d been at the prince’s side earlier, and it made you extremely wary, especially given the sword he was wearing strapped to his hip.

“You don’t look like an assassin,” the redhead told you, head tilting a bit like a curious bird’s.

“Assassin?” you asked, utterly appalled at the very idea. You may be a thief, and you had definitely gotten into fights that had ended someone’s life before, but that had always been in defense of yourself or Hana. Never had you even considered killing people for money, not even at your most desperate.

“It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s attempted to kill Waka-kun,” the redhead chirped, slowly circling you, forcing you to pivot with him as you absolutely refused to have him at your back. You gulped as you noted the familiar address for the prince, which told you he probably was of even higher standing than you’d first suspected.

A quick glance around showed the rooftops were mostly empty, and you were fairly sure you could escape if you ran, as you were far more familiar with the territory than he was. You’d just have to escape and lay low for a while. No doubt someone as important as he was would forget about a nameless street rat after a little while.

“Ah-ah,” the redhead scolded, a teasing note in his voice that made her incredibly wary, “Don’t go scurrying away just yet little street rat, or I’ll have to chase you down, and I don’t think either of us want that.”

“What do you want?” you asked suspiciously, well aware there was very little you could do in a situation like this one. Against someone who probably had quite a bit of training you wouldn’t stand a chance. Even if you did, it wouldn’t be a good idea. A street rat who ran away from a noble was one thing, but a street rat who injured one? They’d never stop hunting you down.

“No need to be so hostile,” he told you, his voice almost sing song, “I’m only curious. It’s not every day you see a street rat who behaves as nobly as you did, saving a small child from Waka-kun’s monster of a horse. Is it any wonder I’m interested?”

“I’m nothing interesting,” you informed him flatly, dread filling you at the thought of being ‘interesting’ to a noble, something you were sure wouldn’t end well for you, “You heard me before, it was a whim, nothing more nothing less.”

“Oh-ho! So you knew I was there did you? That makes you even more interesting!” he informed you, clearly delighted.

You cursed to yourself quietly wondering just what you could do to extricate yourself from this situation, which was becoming increasingly dangerous for you, wondering what foul deed you’d committed to deserve this.

“Don’t look so worried,” the man informed you, wagging a finger at you playfully, “I’m not going to hurt you ah… what’s your name by the way?”

You stared at him, keeping your mouth stubbornly shut. You had absolutely no intention of giving your name to a strange man, who had cornered you with unknown motivations.

“Don’t be like that!” he urged with a bright grin, “I’m harmless I promise! Here I’ll even go first I’m Satori Tendou!”

Your mind raced as you tried to figure out if you’d heard the name before. Unfortunately you hardly paid attention to the nobility of your own country, let alone the neighboring kingdoms. You lived in different worlds after all, so there was no real need for you to know.

“Your turn,” he prompted, watching you with eager eyes, making a ‘go ahead’ gesture with his hands.

“Terushima,” you told him bluntly, giving the name of one of Hana’s most frequent customers, hoping it was enough to get him to leave you alone.

“That’s an awfully strange name for a woman,” the crazy redhead, Tendou, told you an amused lilt in his voice that told you he didn’t believe you at all.

You froze in horror, a shiver of fear going through you despite the heat of the day and the sun beating down overhead as your hands dropped to your weapons. You had no idea how he knew that, because a quick check of your body proved you had all your disguise in place. However, you didn’t think it meant anything good for you.

“Now, now,” he scolded, his tone still light even as his eyes gleamed in triumph, “Didn’t I say? I’m not looking to hurt you. In fact I’ll cut you a deal. Give me your name, your real name and I’ll let you leave, since you don’t look like you’re enjoying this conversation as much as I am.”

You didn’t believe him, not for a second, but you didn’t have much of a choice either, instead gritting out, “Hana, my name is Hana.”

“Hmm interesting,” the redhead mused, his ruby eyes boring into your own as if he was trying to see right through to your soul. You held his gaze, doing everything you could not to flinch or give away that you’d lied to him once more. No way were you going to give this crazy noble your name, not if you could help it.

“Alright then Hana,” he said at last with a strange, mysterious smile, “This was a nice chat, but I really should be catching up with Waka-kun and the rest of the entourage. Let’s meet again someday okay?”

He gave you a fluttering wave, and leapt off the edge of the building, surprisingly nimble for a noble. You followed after, watching him from the edge of the rooftop, your entire body wound tighter than a spring until he disappeared out of sight. Even then you didn’t relax instead running in the opposite direction.

Paranoia meant you spent the rest of the afternoon dodging through alleyways, taking all the twists and turns you knew and sometimes doubling back just in case he’d tried to follow you again. It was utterly exhausting, and late at night before you finally managed to return to the space you’d claimed as yours.

It was an old abandoned loft, part of an derelict building on the outskirts of the slums. The only way to get up was to climb, using carefully concealed handholds and a rope ladder you kept tucked away in a safe spot. You let out a breath as you reached your place of safety, collapsing down against the cushions and rags you’d compiled over the years to make a fairly comfy nest.

The stress of the day made you unwilling to do much of anything, instead rolling over and taking advantage of the opening, which was the whole reason you’d chosen this particular spot in the first place. The wall had collapsed, leaving it open to the elements unless you covered it with the heavy canvas curtain you’d rigged up. It would’ve been too much of a nuisance for some, but for you it was completely and utterly worth it, simply for the view.

All you had to do was turn your head and you could look out over the entirety of the city, with the palace glimmering in the distance. It was one of the best views you’d ever found, and it always managed to make you feel at peace, something you desperately needed after the day you’d just had.

Looking out over the city, feeling your eyes droop as you realized you were finally safe and utterly exhausted from all the running around you’d done, you said a quiet prayer in the hopes that you and Satori Tendou would never, evermeet again before allowing yourself to fall into a deep, restful sleep.

“Tooru! Tooru!” a trilling voice called, interrupting his peace and making him cringe. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Iwa-chan, do something!” he hissed to his faithful companion, a Bengal Tiger he’d grown up with, hand raising it from a cub. The tiger in question raised his head to look at him, snorted in disgust and put his head back down again, clearly not bothered to do anything at all, let alone protect him. Not that he could blame him, his sister could be incredibly persistent and spiteful and was definitely not someone you wanted to cross.

“So this is where you were hiding away,” his sister Ayumi announced as she made her way into the pavilion where he’d been sitting.

“I haven’t been hiding,” he protested, but at a look from her quickly revised, “Okay so maybe I’ve been hiding but can you blame me? Who’d want to be forced to spend time with Ushiwaka?”

“One of these days you’re going to have to let that rivalry of yours go,” she scolded, though from the amused quirk of her lips he could tell she wasn’t entirely serious.

“Never,” he informed her with a hiss, irritated all over again at the thought of the stoic prince of Shiratorizawa.

As prince’s of neighboring kingdoms the two of them had, had several meetings over the years, including two consecutive years where they fostered in each other’s countries, Oikawa going to Shiratorizawa for a year and Ushijima coming to Aoba Johsai for a year. The two of them actually shared an interest in several things, which would’ve made most people think they’d get along quite well.

Unfortunately at their very first meeting the two princes had been learning to ride, and Oikawa, attempting to show off had managed to fall off his horse. Ushijima had made a simple comment about how his riding skill was clearly superior to Oikawa’s who’d taken extreme offense. From then on he’d tried to make Ushijima his rival in almost everything he did, from riding to etiquette, to parchisi anything was fair game.

Once in a while Oikawa could eke out a win over the other, especially if the contest involved strategy or charm as Ushijima tended to be extremely blunt and lacked some essential people skills. However, when it came to contests of athleticism or brute strength he always lost no matter what he tried. It was utterly infuriating.

Even worse, somewhere along the line Ushijima had apparently gotten it into his head that he liked Oikawa, and so was constantly trying to convince him to uproot himself from Aoba Johsai and come to Shiratorizawa, which was utterly infuriating. It wasn’t that he had anything against the country in particular, other than his intense dislike of Ushijima, but he loved his home country and would never dream of leaving it.

“You might have to get over that dislike of yours sooner rather than later,” his sister warned him, an amused lilt to her voice that made him extremely wary.

“Why should I?” he demanded petulantly.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe because he’s come courting and father is seriously considering his suit,” his sister told him nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t dropped an enormous bomb on him.

“That’s not funny!” he squawked indignantly, loud enough that Iwaizumi raised his head to glare at him for interrupting his nap.

“I’m not joking,” Ayumi countered, “It’s your own fault for saying you don’t like women.”

“That is not what I said,” he hissed at her indignantly, “I said I didn’t like the simpering pampered women mother kept trying to introduce to me.”

“That’s not what she heard,” Ayumi told him with a giggle, “Besides I thought you liked men? That’s what I told father when he asked, and the reason he’s been inviting all these foreign princes to visit you know.”

“I like both,” he corrected absently, before he processed the rest of her sentence and quickly objected, “But that’s not important! What do you mean that’s why he’s been inviting princes to visit?! I thought that was for diplomatic relations!”

“Is that what he told you?” Ayumi snickered meanly, looking far too amused at his appalling situation, “You should’ve known better Tooru, after all you only have a couple weeks left before your twenty-fifth birthday.”

He heaved a sigh at that, unable to keep the grimace off his face. It was tradition in the royal family to marry before they hit twenty-five, which was part of the reason that he’d had a seemingly endless parade of women, and now men apparently, brought before him in an attempt to find him a life partner. Unfortunately every single one of those people had clearly been looking to use him, for his status, wealth, or looks, which were some of the best the kingdom of Aoba Johsai had to offer in his own humble opinion.

And while he couldn’t necessarily blame them for that, he couldn’t bring himself to be satisfied with it either. He wanted someone who would love him for who he was, and not what he was. He wanted a partnership like his parents and sister had, not whoever happened to be most convenient.

Sadly he probably hadn’t dedicated as much time to searching for someone as he probably should have, and his twenty-fifth birthday had crept up on him without warning, leaving him scrambling as he tried to figure out what to do.

“I don’t see why I have to get married at all,” he told her petulantly, “It’s not like they need an heir, you’ve already taken care of that.”

“You know tradition dictates the crown goes to the oldest married male of the line first,” his sister pointed out reasonably, “Don’t you want to be sultan? I thought ruling was all you’d ever wanted.”

“Would it be worth it to rule if I end up being stuck in a miserable marriage for the rest of my life?” he asked moodily, sprawling back on to the rim of the fountain and turning his head to watch the water flow.

“You don’t know it will be miserable,” his sister pointed out, stepping closer and putting a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged her off, not in the mood for her attempts at comfort.

“How can it be anything but, if I’m not in love?” he responded, reaching out to slap the water angrily, earning a disgruntled look from Iwaizumi as it splashed on to his face.

“I’m sure you could find a way to make things work,” Ayumi told him sympathetically, “You always do, and in the mean time I’ll talk to dad about not letting Prince Wakatoshi get the wrong idea. You’d never be able to marry him anyway, since he’s the crown prince of Shiratorizawa.”

“Thanks,” he told her grudgingly.

“You’re welcome little brother,” she told him ruffling his hair affectionately, “And while I do that, maybe remind yourself why you want to rule the kingdom in the first place, maybe that will help you make up your mind.”

Oikawa grimaced, and didn’t bother to reply, intead running his fingers through his hair to fix the mess his sister had left as her footsteps retreated from his sanctuary, scowling down at his reflection, frustrated and unhappy.

“How the hell am I supposed to find the right person to marry in just a couple weeks Iwa-chan?” he asked the tiger, heaving a sigh, “And what the hell does she mean ‘remind myself why I want to rule?’ I already know why!”

The tiger took one look at him, got to his feet, plodded over and promptly shoved him, making him lose his balance and tumble right into the fountain. He surfaced with a sputter and a glare for the big cat, who looked entirely too smug for an animal.

“You’re so mean to me Iwa-chan!” he accused dramatically, earning an narrowed eyed look from the tiger, one that was a clear threat to ‘stop whining or get swatted or dunked again.’

“Fine,” he agreed, heaving himself out of the water and grimacing down at his ruined clothes, “Fine, fine, fine! I’ll stop sulking. Maybe it’s time for another trip, see if I can’t clear my head.”

Iwaizumi eyed him for a long moment, but apparently seemed content with this plan as he promptly laid back down again with a yawn, clearly settling in for a nap. Oikawa shot him a dirty look, but then heaved a sigh and walked away. He needed to change out of his wet clothes, hopefully before anyone saw him or he ran into that ass Ushiwaka again.

“What am I going to do with that boy?” the Sultan asked despairingly, heaving a sigh and tapping his fingers against the arm of his throne as he tried to come up with some solution.

“Patience my dear,” his wife, the love of his life, soothed her voice quiet and gentle, “Tooru is a good boy, I’m sure he’ll come around to marriage eventually.”

“We don’t have time to be patient,” he told her, heaving a sigh, “His birthday is less than three weeks away, and we haven’t heard a word from him about who he wants as his spouse! I had to hear from Ayumi that he prefers men! He could’ve told me himself you know? It’s not an issue! He has an heir in Takeru and could rule happily with a man by his side!”

“I know dear,” she assured him, patting his hand sympathetically, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to hide it from you, you know our Tooru he’s always been so focused on being the best prince he could be, I bet that romance wasn’t even a thought that occurred to him.”

“Well it should’ve been,” he harrumphed unhappily, “He knows the tradition as well as anybody, and knows he won’t be allowed to rule without a consort! It should’ve been one of his top priorities!”

“You know Tooru’s heart has always been more focused on things like politics and the welfare of our people,” his lovely wife scolded reprovingly, before sheepishly admitting, “And I think our pushing the subject may have made him dig in his heels, you know how stubborn he can be.”

“I do,” he admitted, heaving a sigh before playfully pointing out, “I wonder where he gets that from?”

“From you obviously,” she informed him pointedly, making him chuckle slightly in agreement.

“I’m afraid it’s to his detriment this time,” he told her, smile sliding off, “He needs to find himself a consort. Male or female I don’t care so long as it’s before the deadline.”

“Do we really have to rush him?” his wife asked sympathetically, “It’s a silly tradition anyway. Why should we put a time restriction on falling in love?”

“Normally I would agree, but this tradition is actually rather generous compared to others,” he reminded her bleakly, “Our children have until the age of twenty-five to make their own choice and if they don’t it gets made for them. It’s a compromise that gives them a chance at love, while also ensuring those who neglect the chance still serve their country by forming some kind of political alliance. Such is the life of a royal, whose life belongs to their country first and foremost.”

“And there’s no way to change it? To push things off just a little while longer?” she pleaded, quietly.

“I’m afraid not,” he told her sympathetically, his own heart heavy in his chest, “As it is other countries who are fully aware of our traditions are already chomping at the bit, hoping to form an alliance, presenting us with their offers. It would be incredibly insulting to turn them all away. It’s one of the reasons Prince Wakatoshi is here.”

“You do know that our Tooru would never actually agree to marry Prince Wakatoshi don’t you?” his lovely wife asked reprovingly.

“I… well… one of my advisors might have mentioned something about sexual tension,” he blustered, earning a resigned sigh from his wife, along with an eye roll. Luckily he was saved from having to try to explain himself further as the doors to their throne room swept open.

“Ah Jafar!” he exclaimed, jumping immediately on the other man’s presence as a distraction from the current topic, “Welcome back! How was your trip.”

“Enlightening your eminence,” the other man assured him, his voice smooth in a way Ayumi had at times complained was oily. Then again his daughter had never really trusted his vizier, and neither had Tooru but since neither of them had ever given him a good reason, other than gut instinct he’d brushed it off, figuring it was probably because of the man’s looks. Both of his children, for all their better traits, could be exceedingly vain at times, a fault he was a bit despairing of, though he couldn’t think of anything he could do to change that.

Jafar certainly wasn’t the most handsome fellow around, lean and near skeletal in a way, tall, thin, and bony with large almost protuberant eyes, high, winged brows, unfortunately large nose and thin wormy lips all set in a too narrow face. He knew his appearance was off putting to some, but he liked to think he was wise enough to see beyond such surface things. Besides, his father had trusted the man implicitly and had always heeded his advice, Jafar had also never steered him wrong, so he saw no reason to give his children’s ‘gut feelings’ any sort of credence.

“Excellent,” he told his vizier with a glad clap of his hands, “I’m glad your trip was fruitful, and the timing of your return couldn’t be more fortuitous.”

“Is something amiss your eminence?” he asked, leaning his weight on the golden cobra headed staff he carried with him everywhere as a sign of office.

“Not amiss per se,” he assured the vizier, going on to explain his troubles with Tooru, with the occasional input of his wife.

“I see,” Jafar noted, stroking his curled goatee with his fingers, his eyes narrowed in thought, “That is indeed troubling. I will give the matter some deep thought.”

“I appreciate that,” he told him with a smile, “And now, to other buisiness.”

The three of them continued their conversation, catching the vizier up on what he’d missed in his time away from court. Jafar played his role of advisor perfectly, his fingers idly playing with the golden serpent staff, neither royal noticing anything amiss as its ruby eyes glinted with an almost unnatural light.

It wouldn’t be until later that night that the sultan would begin to question several of the decisions they’d made earlier that day, but by then it was too late to change them, and he never thought to look to the vizier whose advice he remembered as being absolutely perfect. Instead blame fell squarely on his own shoulders, and he lay awake for several long hours beside his peacefully sleeping wife, troubled not just by his son’s lack of spouse, but questioning his own judgement, and wondering if maybe he might be slipping in his old age.

You strolled casually through the bazaar, listening with one ear to the familiar sounds of the hawkers all shouting about their wares and the hustle and bustle of the people as they moved about their business, chatting with one another and bartering with the stall owners. The smell was one you couldn’t really find anywhere else in the city, perfumed with spices, essential oils, fruits, and all manner of other interesting and unnamable things. It was better than the stench of the lower city for sure.

A warning look at one of the kids who darted past you made him hastily pull his hand away from your belt purse, offering a sheepish smile before fleeing like the hounds of hell were on his heels. That was the other thing the bazaar was known for. If you didn’t keep a close eye on your coin you would almost assuredly lose it.

You’d done your own fair share of pick pocketing and were pretty damn good at it, if you did say so yourself. These days though you tried to keep most of your money making on the up and up where you could to avoid long, drawn-out chases from the guards. Plus by now most of the vendors knew your face, and so knew to keep a wary eye out when you were around, though it didn’t stop a few of them from hiring you to run the occasional errand.

It was why you were here today, and in such a jovial mood. You had a pocket full of bronze coins rattling around in your purse, which meant you’d eat well for a week at least. Humming idly you contemplated whether or not you wanted to buy something from Yasir.

Normally you avoided the bitter, vicious, disgusting old man on principle for what he’d tried to do, both to you and other street kids, but you couldn’t deny he did sell some of the best fruit in the whole city and today he had a whole cart full of delicious looking apples that were practically begging to be eaten.

“That will be one silver crescent,” Yasir was simpering at the customer at his stall, his syrupy tones making you want to gag. A quick look at the customer in question had your eyebrows raising in surprise as he held a single apple in his hand, clearly about to hand over the silver crescent without question.

The way currency worked there were 5 silver stars in a silver crescent, 10 copper crescents in a silver star, 5 copper stars in a copper crescent, and 5 copper bits in a copper star. An apple was worth a copper bit at most, so Yasir was essentially charging him at least a thousand times what a single apple was actually worth.

Normally you couldn’t care less about some rich idiot getting swindled, but this was Yasir, someone you’d loathed since you were a child and an enemy to street rats everywhere. Thus you strolled over, quickly hands plucking the silver crescent out of Yasir’s greedy hands and pressing it back towards the rich idiot.

“You!” Yasir hissed venomously in clear recognition, “What do you think you’re doing? Interfering with my sales? I should call the guards on you!”

“I’m sure the guards would love to hear about how you’re trying to sell a single apple for a whole silver crescent, so please call them I could follow and laugh you all the way to the holding cells for trying to swindle someone out of so much money,” you told him idly, making him pucker his lips in a moue of distaste, though he notably didn’t bother to say anything.

“That’s what I thought,” you smirked, “And you…”

You trailed off for a minute, surprised. Walking up you hadn’t gotten a good look at the customer’s face because he was wearing a hood over it. Up close though you realized with a start that he was probably the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. He had smooth peach colored skin, high cheekbones, full lips, and wide brown eyes the color of chocolate a delicacy you’d only ever managed to taste once in your life but whose sweet, rich flavor you’d never forgotten.

He also had thick wavy hair, that fell in an attractive swoop across his forehead, small pieces sticking out of the sides of his hood, and was a good six foot tall, maybe more, with broad shoulders that showed despite the hooded cloak he was wearing. It was startling, but looking at him you were almost positive you were looking into the face of a noble of some kind which was incredibly disconcerting.

“And me?” he asked, his voice smooth, light and clearly teasing, the corners of that pretty mouth turning upwards, a glint in his eye telling you he knew exactly what had startled you into speechlessness.

“A single apple is worth a copper bit at most,” you informed him, snapping out of your daze, your tone waspish, though you were more annoyed with yourself than you were with him, “If you’re going to get swindled this badly, you might not want to be wandering about without your guards. Go back to your palace where you belong little princeling.”

Idly you flicked a copper bit at Yasir who caught it with an extremely disgruntled look but didn’t protest as you snagged an apple for yourself and wandered away. That was the one thing you could count on with Yasir, the greedy man would take money no matter who it was from.

You walked away, whistling happily to yourself as you bit into the sweet apple, wiping your chin with the back of your hand and savoring the fruit and the fact that you’d managed to get one over on the old man. It was looking to be a good day, or so you’d thought, right up until the sound of footsteps reached your ears. You turned just in time to see the strange nobleman fall into step beside you, peering at you with clear interest in his gaze.

“Something I can help you with?” you asked bluntly, as you took another bite from the apple.

“You’re interesting,” he informed you, peering at you with wide eyes as if he’d discovered some new fascinating alien species, “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you before.”

You snorted, unable to help yourself, the uncouth sound garnering a shocked and slightly appalled, slightly intrigued look from the man as you informed him, unable to keep the slight condescension from your voice, “It’s no wonder little princeling, people like you and me don’t exactly run in the same circles, but let me tell you I’m nothing special, just an ordinary street rat. Now why don’t you run along back to safety before you bite off more than you can chew.”

“Mm I don’t think I will,” he told you, something about his tone utterly infuriating, “But tell me then mister street rat, how did you know?”

“Know what?” you asked flatly and rhetorically, “That you’re a noble? You mean other than the fact that you thought an apple actually cost a silver crescent?”

The noble flushed, the pink in his cheeks surprisingly pretty, but you weren’t done yet, “You’re too clean for one. No one wanders these streets without picking up some dirt.”

It was true enough. You tried to stay clean as best you could, but the climate in the city was arid, dust and sand everywhere, which made things difficult. The times you could actually afford to go to the bath houses were few and far between as food was far more important than money, though you did try to sneak in now and then when you could.

“You also have a noble’s hands, no scars,” you pointed out, showing him your own for reference, which were riddled with them from things like knife fights and the climbing you’d done over the years, “Worst of all you don’t keep nearly as good an eye out for your purse as you should.”

This last was said with a glare towards a pickpocket whose hand had been creeping toward the noble. Normally you wouldn’t care, and even applaud another street rat for taking what had to be a hefty amount of the ignorant idiot. However, given you were with him at the moment there was a good chance you would take the blame, and like hell were you taking the fall for it.

The noble you were with turned surprised eyes on the street rat who made a rude gesture at you and scampered away. You rolled your eyes unbothered by the kid before ducking away, intending to head out and see if you could find some work for the day, only to notice the noble following along at your heels. You quickened your pace, hoping to lose him, ducking between people and booths, but he turned out to be surprisingly agile despite his size. You ducked down a mostly empty side street but even that didn’t shake him.

“What are you doing?” you demanded, annoyed, spinning on your heel to face him and nearly getting knocked over for your troubles as he almost collided with you.

“Following you,” he told you, not even out of breath despite the merry chase you’d led him on through the bazaar, which you grudgingly gave him props for. Pampered as he looked you would’ve thought he would struggle at least a little bit.

“Why?” you demanded, utterly dumbfounded and more than a bit incensed.

“Because it seems like you know your stuff and it turns out I might need a guide,” he told you, giving you a charming smile that you were fairly sure would’ve made every prostitute in Hana’s brothel swoon. Luckily you were made of sterner stuff and knew better than to be enthralled by a pretty face.

“Didn’t I tell you?” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest and giving him your best glare, “You don’t belong here little princeling. Now, scurry back to your palace before you get hurt and bring the guards down on all our heads.”

You turned on your heel and were pleased to hear he didn’t follow after as you made your way down the alley, fully intending to wash your hands of the responsibility for him when he called out, “I’ll pay you!”

The offer made you freeze in your tracks, your instinctive feeling that the man was trouble warring with your need for money. However, you clearly remembered that silver crescent he’d been willing to pay for a mere apple of all things and so slowly found yourself turning to look at him.

He’d looked a little concerned when you’d first got a glimpse of his face, but the moment he saw you turning it melted away into a triumphant smile. A part of you absolutely seethed with resentment, but you quashed your pride down. In the end money was money and you weren’t so proud you’d turn him away entirely, even if every instinct you had screamed that he was nothing but trouble.

“How much are you offering and just what exactly do you want?” you demanded, leaning against the wall with a deep frown on your face.

“I just want someone to show me the sights of the city, things I’ve never seen before,” he told you with an almost childish eagerness that was more endearing than you expected and took you aback a bit, making your traitorous heart flip in your chest.

“As for money,” he hastily dug into his purse and produced a handful of silver crescents and asked far too innocently, “Will this do?”

You groaned unintentionally, both for yourself knowing you were about to agree despite your better judgment and because the idiot noble was trying to hand you more money than you’d laid eyes on in the entirety of your life.

“Fine,” you agreed, running a rough hand through your hair, and wondering what the hell you were getting yourself into, “I’ll show you around princeling, but you stick close to me and do as I say.”

“Sure thing Mr. Street Rat sir,” he told you with a cheeky salute, making you heave a sigh as he sauntered over to you.

“I’m going to regret this so much,” you murmured, more to yourself than to him, before conceding, “Alright, let’s see what you want to see then.”

Jafar hummed to himself as he stroked a long bony finger over the enormous hour glass that sat at the center of his private workshop. A part of him was still incredibly frustrated over the drawback with the thief he’d hired to rob the Cave of Wonders. He’d been so close, closer than he had been in years to finally achieving his goal.

It had taken him over a decade to even locate it, chasing rumors, hunting down the pieces to the golden scarab that was said to be the key. This was partly his own fault he admitted, if he hadn’t been so impatient when he spotted the first piece, stealing it from the neighboring Kingdom of Date Tech , he might’ve managed to avoid drawing the suspicions of the previous Sultan.

Sneaking the viper that had ended his life into his rooms and ensuring it bit him had been a hassle and had cost him a pet he’d been fairly fond of. Still it had been worth it, as the previous sultan hadn’t had time to share his suspicions with the new one, who’d trusted him implicitly from the beginning of his reign.

He’d been sure to be more cautious this time, to ensure he kept that trust, using his lovely staff. It was just one of the many treasures he’d stumbled on while searching for the Genie’s Lamp and certainly one of the most useful. It’s hypnotic powers of suggestion combined with his own guile were nearly infallible. It only failed on people who were strongly opposed to whatever he was suggesting, and sometimes if they had a weak will it would work even then.

The current sultan, while reasonably clever wasn’t what he would call strong willed, and he had several glaring weaknesses, namely his family, his wife, two children and his grandson all of whom the man practically doted on. It made it particularly easy to suggest things that, while they might not benefit the kingdom as a whole, certainly benefitted him personally.

The sultan was an easy piece to move, and he liked it that way. If he couldn’t be sultan himself yet, being able to pull his strings without worry. However, there was one small problem. Prince Tooru was nowhere near as malleable as his parents, the man was stubborn as an ox and worse he’d never particularly liked him.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done to turn both princess Ayumi and prince Tooru against him, but both had only ever watched him with suspicion in their eyes no matter what he did. It was a shame, once upon a time he’d thought to marry princess Ayumi, but that plan had fallen apart with the death of the previous sultan.

In the confusion after she’d managed to get engaged to her current husband, and there had been nothing he could do to change that, as it was the one area the current sultan managed to stand firm on even with the full power of his staff against him. He’d let it go without fuss though, perfectly willing to wait, after all it was actually Prince Tooru who was the heir and the prince was just as lovely as his sister.

Even better, prince Tooru had remained willfully against marrying anyone his parents pushed his way, without him even needing to try to influence him. It had created a situation where the everyone was clamoring to marry the prince who was in desperate need of a spouse that wouldn’t upset the precarious balance of the surrounding kingdoms. It was the perfect position, and set him in just the right place for Jafar to put forth his proposal of marrying the younger man himself.

It might take a bit of work, and he knew Prince Tooru wouldn’t be happy about it, but he was sure he could make the pretty prince bow to his will eventually. Plus if his parents agreed to the match there was very little he could actually do about it.

All of this meant he’d been free to keep pursuing the lamp, with only the smallest of interventions here or there to ensure the prince never fell in love with anyone. Which was how he’d finally managed to find the other half of the scarab he needed, hiring the thief to take it from a wealthy merchant who’d been bragging about it.

He’d been thrilled to find, just as in the legend, that once it was complete the scarab took flight, leading him out over the desert and at last to the Cave of Wonders, the rumored resting place of the lamp he needed to ensure his future.

Sure it had been disheartening to hear from the cave itself that he needed to search out “The Diamond in the Rough” who was apparently the only person capable of entering the cave. However, he wasn’t too concerned. He was so close he could taste it and the death of the thief who’d been swallowed by the cave was no great loss. In fact he could even call it a boon as it meant he hadn’t had to deal with the rancid smelling gutter rat himself.

He would’ve been more worried about finding this so called “diamond” if not for another magical tool that had greatly aided him over the years. The large hour glass that he even now was preparing to use. It was a scrying tool, one that required rather expensive components to work, but one that was well worth it as it could answer any question asked of it no matter how esoteric.

Carefully he grabbed a vial, tipping it into the funnel, giving just enough to coat the bottom of the glass that would eventually hold the sand. The ruby red liquid coated the glass in a way that was clearly unnatural, forming a perfect film over the bottom. The stink of copper reached his nose as the blood he’d obtained from one of the virgin street rat children the guards were always hauling into the cells did its job.

That was the easiest of ingredients to obtain, and the children were rewarded for it in a sense, released from the cells to live and thieve another day. The next however was far more dangerous, and he grimaced as he tipped in six drops of King Cobra venom, which hissed as it hit the blood, filling the hourglass with a ruby tinged smoke. Last but not least, the most expensive bit, diamond dust, ground from real diamonds, a whole bag of it, which he poured in with careful precision.

The makeshift sand filtered through and he waited patiently until it was all in the bottom, before quickly turning the whole thing over, and quickly voicing his request, “Where might I find the Diamond in the Rough?”

The whole mixture, which had formed a steady stream as it filtered through the hourglass, swirled around the bottom half forming an image. He studied it carefully, knowing he only had until all the sand reached the bottom before the image would disappear and force him to do the whole process over again.

He let out a delighted, high, cruel laugh as he saw the visage in glass. It was a young man he didn’t recognize, but he did recognize just where he was, as he climbed up a derelict building he knew was at the edge of the city. The one he needed was close by, within an hour’s walk. It was as if the very gods were looking out for him, easing his path.

His every dream was going to come true, all he had to do was send the guards out to fetch his street rat prize. His Diamond in the Rough.

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Blindfold

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Warnings: 18+ minors dni! only NSFW big time! Sensory deprivation/blindfold, Dom!Reader, Sub!Goshiki, teasing, handjob, male overstimulation, unsafe (sort of) sex, riding, mistress, dacryphilia

“How does that feel?” you asked, gently tugging the knot a bit before circling back around him to the front, “Not too tight?”

             “It’s fine,” Goshiki assured you though his voice was a little wobbly his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

             “You’re sure?” you asked gently, “Remember we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

             “I want to,” he blurted, the vehemence in his voice clear, and if you were able to see his eyes you were sure they would be wide and earnest, but they were covered at the moment with a long length of red silk, the whole reason you were having this conversation in the first place, a blindfold.

             “And you remember your safe word?” you asked just to be sure.

             “Pineapple,” he told you confidently.

             “And the three colors?” you prompted.

             “Green for go, I’m doing well, Yellow for please slow down I’m a little uncomfortable, Red for stop, I need to pause or even stop altogether,” he recited dutifully.

             “Good boy,” you praised a smile earning a small smile in return, pleased and proud.

             When you’d first started dating Goshiki you hadn’t thought you would ever be here, teaching him what you knew about bdsm and experimenting with some of the more vanilla aspects of it. He hadn’t really struck you as a submissive, as confident as he could be on the court.

             However, then you’d gotten to know him and he’d let you take the lead more and more often, clearly enjoying intimacy more when you were in charge. Once you realized the two of you had sat down to have a long discussion about it, what he liked, what you liked, and what you both might like to try together, which led you to where you were now.

             This was one of the first and easiest things he’d wanted to try, a simple blindfold, and you’d been all for it. However not without drilling him on basic safety first. The two of you might never get further than this, content with just dipping a toe into the bdsm world together, but if you were going to do it, you were going to do it right for both your sakes.

             “And what color are you now?” you asked just to be sure.

             “Green,” he told you firmly, clearly settling down as you moved through familiar territory, which was the other reason you’d been so adamant about teaching him.

             “And you can’t see?” you double checked just to be sure, waving your hands in front of his face to see if you could get any kind of reaction.

             “No,” he told you honestly.

             “Good,” you affirmed slowly walking around him, your heels tapping clearly on the wooden floor.

             When the two of you had first discussed this, Goshiki had been confused about why you insisted on doing it in the living room and not the kitchen, the answer to which you hoped was now obvious. The bedroom had carpet in it, while the living room didn’t, and you knew from experience that when you removed one sense, the others almost seemed to enhance to make up the difference. He’d be able to hear your movements loud and clear, which was just what you wanted. After all using a blindfold was all about building up anticipation, which is exactly what the heels did.

             You’d also made a point to wear something sexy and let him look his fill before you tied the blindfold on, knowing it would aid his imagination and his visualization of what you were doing. Thus, you’d chosen a nice skin tight, short black dress and been sure to flash him a bit, the red lace of your underwear blatant against the dark dress.

             He was clothed normally, in a t-shirt and jeans, his hands at his sides as he waited patiently for you to begin, the only thing out of the ordinary the bright red silk of the blindfold over his eyes which perfectly matched the red of your panties.

             Gently you placed a hand on his chest over his heart, which you could feel racing under your palm even through the material of his shirt. He jolted slightly at your touch but then went still as you slid your palm upward, enjoying the feel of lean hard muscle under your hand as you reached his shoulder and traced a path up his throat, cupping his jaw in your hand and carefully tracing your thumb over his bottom lip, gently pulling it away from his teeth where he’d been biting it nervously and soothing over the bitten flesh.

             “I’m going to take such good care of you,” you promised him sincerely, gently tracing his jaw with your knuckle before pulling away, stepping back and slowly circling him so you were behind him his head swiveling on his neck to follow the sound of your footsteps despite not being able to see you.

             You stepped close, so close your toes were nearly touching the backs of his heels and you could feel the heat of his body through your clothes, and knew he had to feel it as well savoring the feel of it for a moment before wrapping your arms around his torso, letting your hands slip underneath the hem of his t-shirt to rest on his abdomen, gently stroking the muscles there, fingers idly tracing the thin treasure trail that led into his pants, making him shudder in your hold.

             “Let’s get this t-shirt off of you hmm?” you asked gently tugging at the fabric before ordering, “Arms up!”

             He obeyed and you traced your hands upwards again, savoring the feeling of warm skin and muscle under your hands, taking the t-shirt with you, eventually reaching the collar and stretching it slightly to ensure you got it over his head without dislodging the blindfold. Once it was over his head you had him pull it off his arms himself and accepted the garment from his hands, stepping away from him to lay it over the back of the couch for safe keeping.

             When you turned around again you took a moment to admire him as you slowly stalked back over. He was beautifully muscled, not bulky by any means, but well defined, with broad shoulders, lean hips and nicely sculpted arms and torso with an abundance of slightly golden toned skin. His small flat nipples had hardened in the cool air, the small brown buds erect and his skin lightly covered in goosebumps.

             “Cold?” you questioned carefully, a little concerned. You didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. You felt fine, warm even, but if he didn’t you would find a way to fix it.

             “No,” he answered his voice trembling slightly in a way that made you shiver in delight.

             “You sure?” you prompted, reaching a hand out so you could rub the pad of your thumb over one of his hardened buds, and he sucked in a harsh breath, his hips jerking the tiniest bit at the small touch, “Because I think this says otherwise.”

             “Not cold,” he assured you again, “I promise.”

             “And your color is?” you pressed just to be certain.

             “Green.”

             You nodded, though he couldn’t see the movement, pleased rewarding him with another faint brush of your thumb against his sensitive nipple before pulling away, running your finger tips lightly over his shoulder, tracing the contour and ridge of his bicep and the veins on his forearm.

             “You’re doing so well,” you praised lightly as you slowly circled him, giving him little touches that varied in pressure to keep him on his toes, a gentle sweep of your hand along the back of his shoulders, a warm palm down his spine, a single finger tracing the lovely trail of course black hairs that led enticingly into his jeans. Each touch made him twitch slightly, his breath hitching in small gasps of pleasure, a noticeable bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

             Teasingly you stepped up behind him again blowing a gentle cold breath against his neck that made him shiver before placing your hands on his hips, thumbs massaging the dimples of his back as you caught his earlobe gently between your teeth nibbling lightly before using your tongue to trace the shell of his ear.

             “Do you like this Tsutomu?” you purred to him, one of your hands slipping around to his front to cup his erection through his pants, “It certainly looks like you do.”

             A soft groan left his lips as you gently squeezed him rubbing your hand over the bulge, stroking him through the fabric as you pressed your breasts to his back your lips moving to suck at the spot just behind his ear as your ordered, “Answer me sweet boy, use your words.”

             “Y-es,” he gasped as his hips bucked involuntarily into your hand, “I like it.”

             “Good boy,” you praised, giving him one last squeeze before returning your hands to his waist, running your palms up and down his sides before sliding both hands to the front and undoing the belt that was holding his jeans up, along with the button, and fly allowing them to fall open before sliding your hands back up his chest again.

             You tilted your head so you could reach the side of his neck, sucking and nibbling a path down toward his shoulders, letting your hands linger on his pecs brushing the palms teasingly over his nipples earning a soft whine from your boyfriend, the little needy sound making you rub your thighs together in pleasure.

             You found a spot you liked on his neck and began to suck determined to leave a mark as a low moan left his throat, clearly enjoying your ministrations as your hands found his shoulders. You traced them downwards enjoying the feel of the stiff muscle, tense with anticipation and desire until you reached his hands, which were clenched into fists at his sides, clearly doing his best not to reach out or grab you.

             “Relax your grip,” you ordered tapping your fingers on the backs of his knuckles, and then lacing your fingers through his when he complied the palm of your hands to the backs of his. With your hold on him and his willing cooperation it was easy to guide them where you wanted them, and you pulled one up so it was cradling his pec and the other down to cup his erection, shifting your hips forward, grinding yourself into his backside while pressing his hand down, forcing him to rub himself into his palm.

             “Ah-ah,” the little sound of pleasure escaping his lips as you continued the motion, repeating it several times was enough to make your mouth water, he sounded so utterly delicious.

             “Good boy,” you praised pressing a lingering kiss to the side of his neck in reward, “Keep your hand there for me, and play with your pretty nipple okay?”

             A soft gasp escaped his lips at the order, but he did as you said as you pulled your hands away and stepped back, to get a little room between you so you could slide your hands down his back and into the back pockets of his jeans, cupping his toned ass in both hands and squeezing earning a deep needy groan, his hips jerking helplessly.

             “So good,” you murmured almost to yourself as you pressed another kiss to the back of his shoulder before stepping back and removing your hands. The loss of your hands on him had a soft whine of protest escaping his lips, the sound utterly cute and needy.

             “Don’t worry Tsutomu,” you soothed, as you walked around to his front “I’ll come back to you, just let me look at you first.”

             “You look gorgeous like this baby boy,” you cooed at him as you took in the full picture of him, his lips were slightly parted as he sucked in needy breaths, his cheeks flushed pink, a flush that extended down his neck to the top of his chest. His hand was still playing with his nipple, gently pinching and rolling it between his thumb and finger, his other hand down his pants, which were hanging loosely around his hips enough that you could see the white briefs he was wearing underneath and watch the way his hand cupped and occasionally squeezed his clear erection.

             You stepped forward, to gently cup his face in your hands, guiding him gently to press your lips to his, unable to resist as your pressed several sweet open mouthed kisses to his lips, a smile curving your mouth upwards as he chased your mouth after each one trying to prolong the contact.

             You indulged him stepping forward into his body to kiss him more deeply, one hand still cupping his jaw but the other going around to the back of his head to tangle in his hair, the slightly coarse fibers tickling your fingertips. You parted your lips, and gently, but insistently pressed your tongue to the seam of his lips, and he immediately opened up for you allowing you to explore the cavern of his mouth.

             He moaned as you brushed your tongue up over the roof of his mouth and rubbed it along his, his own tongue chasing yours back into your mouth where you sucked on it sweetly enjoying the taste of him for long moments before pulling back to teasingly nip at his upper lip before diving back in.

             He was utterly pliant to your demands, allowing you to dominate him completely, which was an incredibly hot and heady feeling, especially as you knew that physically you would never be able to overpower him without his consent. Tasting him like this a part of you wanted to give up your teasing little game right there, but in the end managed to muster up the willpower to pull away, not ready to stop just yet.

             Goshiki whined when you pulled away clearly unhappy that you’d stopped kissing him, but the whine changed to a pleasured groan as you traced your lips down his chin, tilting his head back with the grip you still had on his hair and kissing the underside of his jaw, nipping playfully at his adam’s apple before moving lower.

             You were forced to relinquish your grip on his hair as you brought your face level with his chest. Instead gently pushing his hand away from his thoroughly abused nipple, which was swollen and pink. Looking at it sent a wave of heat through you, though you only gave it one, quick soothing kiss, flicking your tongue over the tip before turning to its neglected twin. The sweet keening sound that he made as you did so enough to send a gush of moisture to your throbbing pussy.

             You left several wet sloppy kisses to the little bud sucking it into your mouth and gently teasing it with your teeth and the tip of your tongue, your hands latched firmly on your boyfriend’s sides to hold him in place and to help keep your balance as he moaned in pleasure.

             One the bud was nice and pink to match its abused fellow you sank lower kissing, suckling a path down the middle of his abdomen and abusing the taught skin that was stretched tight over the muscle there Eventually reaching the elastic of his briefs, his other hand, which was still covering his cock, bumping your chin.

             You took hold of that hand and pulled it away, sitting back slightly on your heels to just look at him. The outline of his hard cock was clear through his underwear and there was a slight wet patch near the tip that let you know he was leaking precum. Your mouth watered slightly at the sight of him, but it wasn’t time for that, not yet anyway.

             Instead you brought your fingers up to toy with the elastic of his underwear, running your fingers along the edge and dipping your fingertips underneath, hooking your index finger in it and pulling it away from his toned hips only to let it snap back.

             “How are you feeling Tsutomu?” you asked teasingly as you traced a finger over the outline of his cock through the fabric, “Because you look good, so good, and clearly ready for me to touch you here.”

             “I’m ready,” he told you breathlessly, his hips jutting forward as if begging for your touch, his cock twitching underneath the fabric, “Please I’m ready.”

             You hummed in acknowledgment taking hold of him through his underwear and earning a helpless whine, but you didn’t stroke him, or do anything other than arrange him so that when you tugged the waistband down a bit the top part of him was freed, and then trapped against his abdomen before letting go again.

             “Please, please,” he begged through a ragged breath as the seconds dragged on without you touching him, too enraptured watching precum leak from his tip and smear across his muscled abdomen as his cock twitched as if it too was begging for you.

             “Look at you,” you cooed at him reaching out to run a single finger around the mushroomed head, “So pink and flushed and hard.”

             “Mm are you close Tsutomu?” you asked gently tapping your finger against the weeping tip and teasing the slit, “Are you going to come for me?”

             “Y-es,” he told you his voice breaking slightly in his desperation, “Yes, please yes. I want to come for you, please let me come.”

             His words decided you, and you hauled yourself to your feet taking several steps away, to the coffee table, glad you’d taken the time beforehand to lay things out that you might need, including lube and condoms especially when his voice followed you begging, “W-wait! Please wait where are you going? Don’t leave me.”

             “I’m not leaving you sweet boy,” you assured him the words making your heart hurt, especially when despite them he didn’t make any move to follow or take off his blindfold, still behaving perfectly, “Just need to grab something.”

             You took several quick steps back toward him with the bottle of lube in your hand, pleased that despite the small moment of distress he hadn’t softened any. Still you took a moment to wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing a soothing kiss to his shoulder blade, humming in satisfaction as some of the nervous tension left his body.

             “Color?” you prompted.

             “Green,” he told you with a shuddered sigh.

             “Good boy,” you praised hooking your chin over his shoulder so you could see down his front, your arms still wrapped around his torso as you commanded, “Put your hand out for me, palm up.”

             He did as asked, holding his dominant hand out, which was just as well, as you popped the cap to the lube, and warned, “Don’t pull away, it’s just lube.”

             You pressed the nozzle to his palm so he was ready for it and squirted a generous amount into his palm before recapping it, and tossing it lightly on to the nearby couch, your hand coming down to his hip, slowly easing the elastic of his underwear lower until his fill length was bared, bobbing and twitching eagerly.

             “I want you to stroke yourself off for me Tsutomu,” you murmured into his ear, “I want to watch as you come all over yourself. Can you do that for me sweet boy? If you do I’ll reward you.”

             He’d stiffened at first, clearly ready to protest, needy thing that he could be, but at the promise of a reward he nodded, his hand slowly going to fist his erection, spreading the lube over it to ease his passage.

             “Say is out loud for me,” you scolded lightly bringing your hands up so they were cupping his pecs.

             “Yes,” he replied immediately, “Yes I can come for you. I’ll be good for you.”

             “I know you will,” you told him affectionately, nuzzling your face into his neck, “You’re always such a good boy Tsutomu, and because you’re so good I’ll even help you out a bit.”

             “Help?” he asked curiously, then squeaked in surprise, a sound that turned into a low moan of pleasure as you gently pinched his nipples.

             “Yes help,” you affirmed with a smile, gently rolling the sensitive nubs between your fingers, “So why don’t you jack yourself off for me?”

             He did as told, his hand beginning to pump his hard length, working himself over thoroughly, most of his weight on his heels, leaning back into you and trusting you to keep him upright. You watched your arousal growing by the second and thighs rubbing together unconsciously to give yourself a little relief as he put on a show for you.

             His whole body was trembling slightly from the stimulation his hips jerking as he fucked his hand. The sounds that he made, deep groans and choked cries as you gently pinched his nipples and sucked at his neck were driving you crazy. You weren’t sure how much longer you could go before you shoved him down on the couch and rode him to completion.

             Luckily the buildup meant he was more than ready to come, and it only took a minute or two before he was spilling into his hand with a choked cry, striping his abdomen, underwear and jeans with cum.

             “Keep stroking,” you ordered breathily, entranced by him, as his hand began to slow, “I want you hard Tsutomu so I can give you your reward for being so good.”

             He whined slightly but complied continuing to move his hand over his length even as his thighs began to shake slightly from too much pleasure, a good deal of his weight braced on you and soft choked cries on his lips.

             “So good for me,” you cooed, pressing your lips to his shoulder, “Such a good boy, brace yourself now love I’m going to step back.”

             He did as asked, relieving you of some of his weight, his hand slowing slightly, stroking just enough to keep himself hard without overdoing it. While he did that you knelt taking hold of his jeans and underwear and finally pulling them all the way off him.

             “Step,” you ordered firmly, gently tapping the shin of the leg you wanted him to lift, unhooking the clothing from him, and repeating the process on the other side before tossing them away and climbing back to your feet.

             You circled back around to the front of him, and gently took hold of his hands, stopping him from continuing to stimulate himself, full confident that his cock, flushed, hard, and weeping again would remain so.

             “Come on Tsutomu,” you urged gently tugging him toward the recliner. He came easily, shuffling a little rather than picking up his feet, but clearly putting his full trust in you to not let him run into anything, which you found incredibly touching.

             “Feel the chair?” you asked gently placing his hand on the arm so he could get a feel for where it was, “Take a seat for me sweet boy.”

             He did as you asked and while he did so you hiked up your dress and pulled your panties down impatiently, tossing them away, glad to be rid of the garment which had become soaked through and uncomfortable. You considered getting rid of the dress as well, but in the end decided not too as it would be too much work, instead hiking it up around your hips, as you climbed into your boyfriend’s lap, gently pushing on his chest so he was leaning back against the cushions instead of bolt upright.

             “Keep your hands here,” you instructed, guiding both so they were on the arms of the recliner, before using the buttons to set it back a bit as you ordered, “Don’t move them or I’ll stop.”

             You didn’t give him a chance to reply, instead ducking down to press your lips to his, kissing him hungrily. He immediately opened his mouth to meet you, tongue dancing with your own as you slipped the hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair down between the two of you to his hard cock, taking the length in your hand and giving it a couple experimental strokes. He groaned into your mouth, his body tensing slightly, but to his credit his hands remained where you put them.

             “Are you ready for your reward sweet boy?” you asked him as you teased his blunt head along your wet slit, shivering at the sensation.

             “I’m ready,” he agreed breathily, “Please I’m ready.”

             You hummed in acknowledgment, lifting yourself up slightly and pressing him into you, slowly allowing yourself to slide down his length, easing yourself into it until you were fully seated on his lap and impaled. The two of you didn’t bareback very often despite the fact that you were on the pill, but you both had gotten tested for STIs before you started having sex together and were clean so you didn’t see why you shouldn’t indulge yourselves once in a while.

             The moan he let out made you think he probably agreed with you, as you clenched yourself around his length, feeling pleasantly full, the heat of him far more apparent without the latex barrier along with every ridge and vein. He was practically throbbing inside you, the thought of which had you shivering slightly in pleasure.

             “Tsutomu,” you crooned as you shifted your hips, grinding into him in slow steady movements, “Tsutomu you feel so good inside me, so hot and hard, and filling me up so well.”

             “Do you like this baby? Like the feel of my pussy around your naked cock?” you asked thrusting your hips into his using a hand on his shoulder and one on the back of the chair for leverage as you worked yourself over him in slow hard thrusts the sound of flesh of flesh echoing through the room along with his near constant moans as he squirmed slightly beneath you fighting to hold still.

             He didn’t answer you as you circled your hips around letting him hit every single pleasurable spot inside you, the feeling indescribable and enough to make you more than a bit breathless yourself.

             “I asked you a question Tsutomu,” you reminded him pausing in your movements so you could be sure of his full attention, “Do you like my pussy baby? Or should I take it away?”

             “No, no please,” he begged desperately, between panting gasps, “Please I like it. I like it, feels so good!”

             “That’s all you had to say good boy,” you praised resuming your motions and planting a sloppy kiss to his mouth, a gesture he eagerly returned leaning into you as best he could from his reclined position.

             “Fuck yes,” you moaned unable to help yourself as you bounced on his cock nearly losing yourself to the sensation of it, the pleasure building with each movement you made. You’d been on edge for a while now, watching him put on such a beautiful show for you, being so obedient, sweet and trusting while he was unable to see. It was no wonder you were so close to bursting just the feel of him inside you was putting you close to the edge.

             “Tsutomu,” you moaned as you thrust your hips down on him erratically chasing your pleasure, though you still managed to retain the last vestiges of control as you told him, “Tsutomu I’m going to come. I’m going to cream all over your gorgeous cock sweet boy, because you’re so good for me, feel so go inside me Tsutomu.”

             “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he swore vehemently, desperately his hips shifting up to meet yours as best he could even as he kept his hands in place and begged, “Please, please, give it to me? Give it to me? I want to feel it, please mistress please.”

             That word, one he’d never actually spoken aloud to you before was enough to send you careening right over the edge your pussy clamping down on him hard, milking him, the sensation of your walls clenching and unclenching around him enough to make you feel a bit dizzy. The sensation was only enhanced as you heard your boyfriend keen desperately under you and the wet sensation as he throbbed and pulsed inside you jets of cum coating your insides.

             “I don’t think I gave you permission to come, sweet boy,” you murmured once you’d gotten your bearings back slightly, delighting in the way he shuddered in pleasure underneath you as you asked, “Did you come inside your mistress without permission Tsutomu?”

             “Yes mistress,” he whimpered panting for breath as if he’d just run a marathon, “I’m sorry mistress.”

             “I’m not sure sorry is enough,” you told him lightly, “I think you might have to let your actions speak for you and make it up to me naughty boy.”

             “Yes, yes I’ll make it up to you, I’ll be good mistress,” he assured you vehemently.

             “And your color is?” you prompted just to make sure he was as good as he seemed with this new turn of events.

             “Green mistress,” he reassured you.

             “Good boy,” you praised, slowly beginning to move your hips again, clenching around his still hard length and earning a whimper at the beginnings of overstimulation, “Now here’s how you’re going to make it up to me Tsutomu.”

             “You’ve had two orgasms now,” you explained as you slowly circled your hips, rolling them against his hard cock testing how sensitive you still were and finding yourself delightfully stimulated and thankfully not overly so, “And I’ve only had the one, that hardly seems fair now does it?”

             “No mistress,” he agreed readily his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides voice shaking slightly despite the firm tone behind his words.

             “So I’m going to keep riding you just like this,” you told him swiveling your hips sweetly over his for emphasis, and earning a whine of pleasure “Until I come again, and then if, and only if you haven’t come again Tsutomu I will let you put your hands on me, and help me out until you do come. However, if you come again before I let you sweet boy I’m going to remove myself from you, and get myself off, by myself while you put on a show for me, stroking and overstimulating yourself until I’m satisfied and you may or may not be allowed to come again afterwards clear?”

             “Clear mistress,” he gasped in confirmation clear desire and eagerness in his voice.

             “Good boy,” you praised gently stroking his cheek with your hand, “Now hold nice and still for me.”

             This time as you rode him, your pussy still sensitive and clenching around his cock, you focused on the sounds he was making, each one making your throb and tighten around him. He sounded so sweet, a litany of moans, whines and desperate cries that you egged on with every bounce of your hips gently reaching out to occasionally gently tug on his still swollen pink nipples.

             “Tell me how it feels,” you urged wanting to hear more of his voice your own hand going to your clit, unable to help yourself as you watched him, cheeks and chest flushed and dewy with sweat, his arms and shoulders rippling and flexing as he fought to keep his grip on the arms of the recliner, his dark bangs plastered to his forhead.

             “Feels so good,” he choked out desperately, “Feels so good, so tight on my cock, so hot and wet and tight, oh please, oh please mistress don’t stop.”

             His begging was just what you needed. The sound of his voice, ragged with desire and desperation and his cock rubbing you in all the right ways, the motion between you two obscenely wet with a mix of your own juices and his cum and the sound of your flesh meeting was too much, especially with your fingers desperately playing with your clit.

             You came again, body bowing tightly as your fingers dug into his biceps for purchase to keep you grounded a choked gasp escaping your lips as your pussy clamped around him again tight and full and oh so pleasurable.

             “Please,” the broken ragged cry pulled you from your brief haze of lust and fulfilled pleasure and turned your attention back to your sweet boyfriend who was trembling beneath you from sheer effort, clearly doing his best to hold himself back.

             “Please mistress please. I can’t…!” he cut off with a choked whine and you realized the dark stains beginning to form on the red silk still covering his eyes were tears as Goshiki literally cried from pleasure. The sight of it making you throb with renewed desire, though you set it aside to explore at some later date, right now you had a gorgeous sweet boyfriend to reward.

             “You’re so good,” you crooned at him, gently rubbing his cheek with your thumb, “Your so good Tsutomu and you’ve definitely earned your reward, so come take me hmm? Fuck me sweet boy.”

             It was if your words had snapped his last semblance of restraint, his hands jumping to your hips as he surged up into you, thrusting as best as he was able to from his back, his grip helping you move over him as choked pleasured sobs left his lips, the breath hiccupping and catching with pleasure. You moved to help him out thrusting your hips into his eagerly, leaning forward for more leverage and capturing his mouth in a sloppy desperate kiss.

             “So close mistress so close, feels so good,” he panted between kisses. It was almost like you’d unleashed some kind of animal his thrusts rough and desperate and his grip on you nearly bruising, the way he was thrusting making your whole-body tremble with pleasure as you were barely able to keep up with him. Still this was meant to be a reward, and you were determined to do your part.

             “You’re close sweet boy?” you repeated gasping for breath yourself a drawn out moan escaping your lips as a particularly deep thrust had you seeing stars, “You going to come for me? Going to fill me full of your seed? Give it to me Tsutomu, give it to me!”

             He did as you asked thrusting hard several more times before sealing you to him, thrust as deep inside you as he possibly could as his head rolled back on his shoulders and he came with a ragged cry, the feel of him throbbing and releasing inside you enough to send you into one final orgasm of your own your body milking him for all the seed he could produce.

             His body went lax against you as he finished his orgasm, though his hands remained firmly on your hips both of you panting desperately for breath and trying to process everything that had just happened.

             Belatedly you realized his blindfold was still on and you carefully reached for it, gently tugging it up so you could finally see his eyes. The look on his face was completely and utterly fucked out, his lips parted as he sucked in deep lungful’s of air, his cheeks still flushed and eyes dazed, the pupils blown wide.

             It took him a minute for his eyes to focus on you as he blinked several times trying to get accustomed to the light again, but when they did manage to find your face, the affectionate and adoration in his gaze nearly stole your breath away again. Unable to help yourself you leaned down to nuzzle your face into his pressing a sweet kiss to his willing lips before resting your forehead against his.

             “I love you,” he murmured quietly still a little shy about saying the words aloud, his hands stroking up and down your back.

             “I love you too Tsutomu,” you told him fervently, “So, so much.”

             “I’m glad,” he told you a little shyly before hesitantly asking, “W-was it good for you?”

             “I feel like I’m the one who should be asking you that,” you told him with a slightly incredulous laugh, “That was amazing for me, you were amazing, but what about you?”

             “I liked it,” he confessed a slight shiver going through him and his eyes becoming slightly dazed for a moment with pleasure, “I liked it a lot. And I-I”

             “Liked it enough that you’d like to try it again sometime?” you prompted, taking a guess about what he was trying to say.

             “If you don’t mind?” he conceded clear vulnerability in his gaze as he peered up at you, obviously a little nervous, but trusting.

             “I’d love to do this with you, to explore this with you,” you assured him running your fingers gently through his sweat damp bangs,

             “Okay,” he breathed out clearly relieved, “Okay.”

             “I love you Tsutomu,” you reminded him, your heart feeling as if it could burst from the sheer amount of affection you felt for this man.

             “I love you too,” he told you sincerity practically dripping from the words even as his eyelids began to flutter shut, and you realized he was right on the verge of passing out.

             You smiled affectionately at him and settled in against him your head on his shoulder as you decided that clean up could wait at least for a little bit. Right now savoring the afterglow and reflecting on how lucky you were to have him with your amazing boyfriend sweet and pliant beneath you was far more important. There would be time for clean up, and other important discussions of just what all he wanted to explore with you later.

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[jayeray-hq]

Kinktober 2021

Hey everyone! So I know it's early, but I need to start now if I'm going to do this! I actually don't want to write for this, because I want to focus on art for a while! However I do want you all to be able to participate too and help choose, so here's how it's going to work.

1) Choose a day and a character (note some prompts may require more than one character so if it does make sure to send in two!) and send in your request either via ask or dm.

2) They must be Haikyuu (or TWST) characters. I will not be taking OCs in this particular project.

3) Requests are on a first come first served basis, and the list will be filled out as days are claimed.

4) No character can be requested more than twice! (I might make some exceptions for some of my favorite characters, but it will depend on your requests)

5) As this is NSFW Minors Do NOT interact please and thank you!

6) I reserve the right to turn down the request if I don't feel inspired to draw it (if you want to be sure I will, make sure you refer to my rules to see which characters I prefer and which I don't like)

7) Art will (hopefully) be posted on the specified day in October! Thanks for helping me out everyone!

Edit! I've opened this up to my TWST blog so don't be surprised if you see people you don't recognize!

Day 1 - Medical Kink - Akaashi Keiji

Day 2 - Oral - Riddle Rosehearts (TWST)

Day 3 - Shower/bath - Jade Leech (TWST)

Day 4- Semi-Public Sex - Floyd Leech (TWST)

Day 5 - Striptease - Azul Ashengrotto (TWST)

Day 6 - A/B/O - Bokuto Koutarou

Day 7 - Anal - Sakusa Kiyoomi

Day 8 - Creampie/Keeping Quiet - Hirugami Sachirou

Day 9 - Toys - Deuce Spade (TWST)

Day 10 - Lingerie - Jamil Viper (TWST)

Day 11 - Temperature Play - Idia Shroud (TWST)

Day 12 - Begging/Edging - Silver (TWST)

Day 13 - Somnophilia - Oikawa Tooru and Miya Atsumu

Day 14 - Phone/Communicator/Letter Sex - Shirabu Kenjirou

Day 15 - Incest/Pseudo-Incest - Miya Twins

Day 16 - Impact Play - Kageyama Tobio

Day 17 - Monster/Demon Fucking - Kuroo Tetsurou

Day 18 - Clothed/Making Out/Marking - Goshiki Tsutomu

Day 19 - Against a Wall - Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime

Day 20 - Thigh Riding - Ojirou Aran and Kita Shinsuke

Day 21 - Protective/Possessive - Suna Rintarou

Day 22 - Touch-starved - Malleus Draconia

Day 23 - Shibari - Lillia VanRouge

Day 24 - Choking/Spanking - Yaku Morisuke and Haiba Lev

Day 25 - Threesome - Miya Osamu and Suna Rintarou

Day 26 - Frottage/Dry Humping - Kozume Kenma and Yaku Morisuke

Day 27 - Fingering/Handjob/Dirty Talk - Tsukishima Kei and Kuroo Tetsurou

Day 28 - Knife Play - Tendou Satori

Day 29 - Masturbation - Ace Trappola (TWST)

Day 30 - Blindfold/Bondage - Haiba Lev

Day 31 - Roleplay - Idia Shroud (TWST)

#JayeRaySpice #kinktober 2021 #help me out please! #i'm really looking forward to this!

[jayeray-hq]

Could I request Day 6 - A/B/O with Bokuto pls??

Absolutely! I love Bo, he'd be such an amazing himbo alpha (or omega for that matter) but definitely planning on drawing him alpha 😉 Thank you!

#yay! #alpha bokuto #i have so many plans #JayeRayReplies #JayeRaySpice #kinktober 2021 #this is so exciting

[jayeray-hq]

Can I request day 28 with Semi, Yamagata OR Tendō please for your kinktober 👀👀

Such a touch decision! I love all three 😭, but you're one of the few who ever request Tendou and I need to draw him at least once! Thus Tendou it is!

Thank you for requesting! 😊💖

#why such tough decisions #literally so hard #JayeRayReplies #JayeRaySpice #kinktober 2021 #exciting though! #i can't wait to draw Tendou!

[jayeray-twst]

I'd like to request Day 12 with Jamil Viper please ^^

I wish I could! I'd love to draw Jamil and no one else has requested him yet! 😭😭😭

Unfortunately I agreed to do Silver already in that spot. The only ones I have left are...

Day 9 - Toys - 1 character

Day 10 - Lingerie - 1 character

Day 29 - Masturbation - 1 character

if you're interested in any of those though let me know!

#JayeRayReplies #JayeRaySpice #kinktober 2021 #now i'm sad #Jamil! #sad day

[jayeray-twst]

Day 12 with Silver?

Sure thing! I love our sleepy Diasomnia boy! Thanks so much for requesting! 😊💖

#JayeRayReplies #JayeRaySpice #kinktober 2021 #silver! #definitely could be fun!

[jayeray-twst]

Day 5 - Azul? Octatrio are together х)

You bet! I'm glad we got all three of them! Thanks for requesting! 😊💖

#JayeRayReplies #JayeRaySpice #kinktober 2021 #azul! #the last of our octotrio!

[jayeray-twst]

i freaking choked on my water when i saw you taking nsfw requests so normally i----

I AM HERE TO REQUEST

I nominate Idia-kun for Day 31 👁️👄👁️👋

im such a sucker for him

I have very little shame when it comes to writing/drawing NSFW lol! Though I hope you're okay!

I will absolutely do Idia for Day 31! Plus that's such a good prompt for him! The only question is what kind of roleplay i want him in 🤔

Thanks for requesting! 😊💖

#JayeRayReplies #JayeRaySpice #kinktober 2021 #idia let's go! #i love the blue haired boy #so excited for this!