#ikkei smut

[terushimooo]

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE

Cult Leader!Ikkei x F!Reader and Cop!Daichi x F!Reader

T/w: incest, noncon, huge age gap (20′s vs 60′s), omegaverse, werewolf, yandere, implied abduction/captivity, forced marking/bonding, unprotected sex, breeding/pregnancy kink

W/c: 1.7k

A/n: FOR THE ONE AND ONLY @seijorhi (the scariest of us all)!!!!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!! I KNOW I'M THE LAST ONE TO POST (BY WEEKS) BUT I TRIED I SWEAR!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY AND THAT YOU HAVE AN EVEN BETTER YEAR!! I LOVE YOU (AND THE WIVES) MORE THAN WORDS COULD EVER DESCRIBE!!!!! And on that note…

Update: This was totally an April fools joke. I love you Rhi, Please unblock me :’). (If I forgot any warnings please let me know!!)

Daichi loves you more than anything, so when you text him in a fit of desperation—begging for your big brother to save you once again—how could he possibly say no?

Your brother is strong.

Your brother is reliable.

He’s trustworthy, caring, and the most loving person you've ever met. Time and again, he’s shown that he’s a natural born leader—that he’s a protector—both to your family, to the community, and to you.

Your brother was your idol.

You would’ve even gone as far as to label him your first love; in a childish sense of the word, anyway. In your youth, you would tell anyone who would listen about how much you loved your brother, more than life itself.

And you meant it.

But as you got older, there was something not quite right with the way brown eyes traveled along the expanse of your skin, with the way they noticeably lingered at the base of your neck.

There was something off about the way he’d creep into your room when he thought you were sleeping… Something wrong with the way he’d slide under your blankets—bare chest pressed against your back, wet mouth exploring the taste of your skin.

His praise kept you complacent. His touch kept you safe.

You believed that.

Truly.

But your parents had different ideas.

To be the next leader, they claimed, Daichi needed someone more than you, someone stronger, better.

“It's because of his nature”, they’d say. “It’s because of your conflicting dynamics.” But you knew it wasn’t like that. Not really.

It was always something different… something more.

Alphas, omegas, their need to conform, their need to dominate—your parents pretend they sent you away to keep you safe. But you know better than that. It’s just a lie constructed to keep you from loving your brother the way that you should. The way that’s normal…

The way that’s right.

Your brother’s not like the other alphas.

He’s not looking for the strongest mate, and he’d never discriminate against the weak either.

You know that for a fact.

After all, what alpha intent on forcing submission would sink to his knees and bow his head—to you—to an omega? What alpha would wrap his hands around your limbs in a move not to control you, but to bandage your wounds, to press gentle kisses over your carefully wrapped injuries? What alpha would give his precious time to someone so low on the pecking order that they can’t even shift?

You’ve always known the safety of your brother's love, of his kind and gentle touches. So when you experience another, when a man calling himself alpha—calling himself your alpha—lays claim to your body, when he strips your soul of its protective casing—you know you've made a mistake. You know naivety has won out against logic, against the teachings drilled into you since birth.

You never should’ve left the safety of your commune, of your childhood home, but most importantly, you never should’ve left your brother.

The roads back are different than you remember.

The forests you used to play in are long gone, filled instead with the golden stems left from a seemingly successful harvest. And in place of the once green, open fields of grass—the land lays bare, covered in mud and looming construction.

It’s a stark contrast. A painful reminder that you no longer belong here; that this isn’t the home you love and remember… Not anymore.

As you continue to drive down the forgotten and unpaved trails, you can’t help but wonder; were the mountains you used to call comforting—the walls that sheltered and protected you well into your adolescence—were they always this… intimidating?

Or is it just you?

Is it you who’s taken on the role of the villain, turning the innocent into the vile and corrupt?

You can’t help but think it's the latter.

Dirty.

Filthy.

Unworthy.

Useless—a grown adult, running back with her tail between her legs, into the arms of her big brother.

Even the sky, clouded over in a dark collage of gray, seems to echo its anger at your return.

Maybe it’s the tears pooling in your eyes, or maybe it’s just the natural passage of time—either way, if not for the echoing voice of your brother directing your every action, you’d surely be forsaken.

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When you pull up to your brother’s home, a cabin hidden deep within the last remaining stretch of forest, you can't help but wince at the figure seated on the porch, cigarette hanging loosely from his wrinkling lips.

You watch as he stands to greet you, firm hands wrapping around the banister, eyes piercing through the windshield of your car. The motion of his hand forces you to step outside, to face the consequences of your actions—the consequences of your absence.

You don’t even have the time to take in the slam of your door, let alone the sounds of nature. The grey-haired man beckons you over in an instant, elderly voice ringing out over the surroundings.

“Long time no see,” he taunts, a wicked grin plastered across his aging features. “You miss me?”

“Y-yeah. Of course, sir.” You answer back, hesitance obvious in your actions, in the bow of your back, in your cautious step forward.

You know better than to make enemies of the man in front of you, of the commune’s leader, your brother's mentor, Ikkei Ukai.

“Where-where’s Daichi?” You ask. “Where’s my brother?”

Ikkei just scoffs before raising his hand dismissively. “He went out on a last minute call—don’t ask me what, something about a rowdy group of alphas. Aside from that, don’t know, don’t care.” You watch as Ikkei spits his cigarette onto the wooden planks before snuffing it out beneath the sole of his sandal. “Why don’t you go inside, get settled into your old room while I bring in your bags, okay?”

You nod in agreement, not that it matters though. Ikkei’s already moving toward the car before you can even acknowledge his words.

Part of you is surprised when you creek open the door to your past life. Your room is exactly how you left it, upkept and spotless—as if you’d never really left. Even the sense of foreboding, the looming patriarchal figure constantly following your every action, that seems to have stuck around as well.

Sitting on your bed feels surreal. You can’t help but notice the strong, deep, and woodsy scent permeating the room's constitution. You suppose it only makes sense, this is his house after all. Even so, part of you likes to imagine that your brother spends a great deal here, that he misses you as much as you’ve missed him.

Closing your eyes, you can almost imagine your reunion. The shared warmth, the shedding of tears, the gentle caresses—but all of that seems so far off with Ikkei’s presence ever bearing and unignorable in the doorway.

While you mourn at the loss of your brother’s presence, Ikkei can’t help but bask in the fortune the day has brought.

Sweet little omega, he can’t help but think, can he even call you that? You’re so helpless. So vulnerable. So alone.

Ikkei remembers watching you play throughout your youth; always the runt, always the weakest, always picked last. It can't be helped, he knows that. Everyone knows that.

Still, seeing is believing. And seeing you here, all grown up… well it has Ikkei believing in something more. It has him seeing your potential, not as a shiftless, rankless member—but as a wife, as a mother, as the brood mare (for a lack of a better term) of the commune.

It’s what has Ikkei entering your den, posture rigid and stiff—like the cock tenting beneath his worn down sweats.

The fear and disgust in your eyes only has him hardening more, eager to finally take what’s rightfully his—what’s been denied to him for so many years. Sending you away was never his choice, you have to know that, you have to understand.

Ikkei only hopes his message will get across through the hands that roughly grope the plush of your hips, the tongue that runs along the throbbing glands in your throat, the teeth that sink themselves deep within the junction of your neck.

Your screams don’t come off the way you want them too, the way you need them to. Instead, Ikkei takes them as your sign of approval. It’s how things with his past wife worked, so why would it not be the same with you?

It doesn’t matter if you want this.

It doesn’t matter if you reject his mark—you clearly don’t understand. Now that he has you, now that he’s got you pinned beneath his hulking figure, pants down and underwear pushed to the side—he’ll mark you as many times as it takes.

You’ll learn to be complacent.

He knows it.

It’s what he tells himself as he forces himself inside, the dry walls of your cunt tearing at the rough intrusion.

It’s been so long since he’s had anyone as perfect as you, someone so young. Ikkei knows he can’t last. He knows you can feel it too.

The sob that wretches itself from your chest is the last straw before ikkei finds himself spilling deep inside your cunt, cock throbbing and pulsing against the ring of your cervix.

God, he hopes that it takes.

He hopes that you’ll be filled with his pups sooner rather than later.

Sweat drips from his face and onto yours, mixing with your tears in a beautiful image of passion. The blood spilling from the inflamed wound on your neck only makes the older alpha swell with pride.

Ikkei knows that the others will talk, that they’ll disapprove of his taking of a mate—especially at his age. But, he’s the commune leader. No one would really dare go against his word. Not after he’s kept everyone safe for so many years.

Even if they do, it’s as the youth these days say, YOLO—you only live once.

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LMMAAOOOOO

BAHAHHAHAHA

RHIII

HAHAHHAHAH

IM CRYING

I HAD YOU IN THE FIRST HALF DIDN’T I!!! BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

Okay okay okay okay okay, but no, for real, I AM gonna write you a real cop daichi fic—WITHOUT THE ELDERLY—but that day, that day is not today. :ehe:

I AM SO SORRY TO ANY OTHER POOR SOUL WHO READ THIS AND EXPECTED A DAICHI FIC. I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES IN APOLOGY!!! Please, I just, I just really, really needed to get Rhi. <3

Anyway, HAPPY APRIL FOOLS TO YOU ALL!!!

(I will update and correct these tags after rhi reads this, I swear)

#yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #ikkei x reader #Daichi x reader #haikyuu smut #ukai x reader #happy April fools everyonnneee #if you saw the original without the geriatric warning #I’m so sorry #cursed.lee #lee writes

[sabitosthirst]

If you like - Haikyu boys NSFW fluff part 1

✨Part II ✨ Part III ✨

An overview of how I imagine Sugawara, Daichi, Tsukishima, Bokuto Kōtarō, Tetsurō Kuroo, coach Ukai, Oikawa, and Kageyama would … love you.

Technically they’re all born in 94/95/96, so it’s all good baby.

I’m down bad. Send help. This is embarrassing.

I like - Haikyu Boys

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If you like Sugawara 💕

Foreplay is his specialty, he takes his time while praising every single thing about you. But don’t let the sweet love making fool you, this man likes to choke you. His pretty girl under his hold giving him sweet teary faces drives him over the edge. He’ll shower you in kisses and make sure he’s so deep in you that you’re convinced he’s trying to get you pregnant. He wants to be daddy so bad. Be sure to play with hair since it helps him fall asleep (always facing you). Before you know it he’s asking if you’re free tomorrow to help him pick out new sheets and blankets since they’ll be yours too *holds your hand* You’re lucky af, bitch.

If you like Tsukishima

You and I both know what he’s packing. This guy knows just what you like and what pushes you to the limit, he’s so observant and figures out quickly how to make you beg for mercy/more. There’s not a single spot on your body he hasn’t touched or know about, he needs to know all of your spots so he can adore you properly. Bonus: when y’all are out he holds you by the back of your neck while his thumb massages you. He’s protective and makes sure everyone knows you’re his.

If you like Daichi aka Daddy Daichi

Prepared to be wrapped in strong arms and have tight grips around your hips. Might leave some marks but that’s okay because those are just reminders of him getting carried away with your fine ass. Of course he feels bad about them, but you always assure him with kisses that you love it. He’s so handsy during sex that you’re always being handled in some way. Your body is worshipped and he’s so in love too. You have him pussy whipped. He’ll even encourage you to leave your toothbrush and the next time you’re over you noticed he bought an extra pillow for you.

If you like Bokuto Kōtarō

He’s going to be big spoon- no objections. From there he likes to assault your neck with his mouth and pin you down. He’ll jack rabbit himself into you till he’s sure you’re having triplets. May leave some marks on your shoulder but it’s perfect because he loves it when you bite back. Your kisses on his neck give him chills that excite him more. You’ll be fine, he gives the best cuddles and has all the fluffy blankets. Has great taste in movies too!

If you like Tetsurō Kuroo

He’s so nice to you. But- be prepared to be tired and sore the next day. You lucky bitch, he puts in work and isn’t satisfied till he sees some legs shake. Will make sure you have some hand prints on your ass to remind you who it belongs to. Demands that you leave your cloths off so he can continue to fuck you with his eyes. His kisses ALWAYS involve tongue and will usually have an arm wrapped around while you both are out and about. Don’t you dare question his love for you.

If you like Coach Keishin Ukai

Let’s face it, we got daddy issues. But this man will make you forget all that when he’s got you panting unrecognizable words and nearly overstimulated. He’s got you elevated in that perfect position to hit that sweet spot. He’s skilled; loves it when you’re riding him and suck on his fingers. Oh yeah, he’ll take care of you. He’s hard working at the core and will actually make a good dad when it comes down to it. He won’t pull out whether you’re prepared or not. You asked if he’s worried about you coming out pregnant, he’s says “if it happens it happens” Sorry not sorry. 9 months of not pulling out here he comes.

If you like Tōru Oikawa

Your taste for Oikawa just exposed you. Don’t be bashful, we see now know you’re a freak and are willing. When things get crazy you’re begging for his tongue and he sucks yours back. He’s got you in a mating press and has a firm grip on your pretty face. A close view of your face while you unravel beneath him is the greatest thing to him. Things alway get too hot for blankets afterwards, so being naked around the place is the norm. When you wake up he’s already making you breakfast. He’s honestly boyfriend material, give him a chance and you’ll see his heart is actually sensitive.

If you like Kageyama

Be prepared to compete for his attention as Hinata is always on his nerves. Actually, there’s no competition. He does his best ignoring Hinata while you tell him to “be nice,” No matter. He’ll hide you two away in some corner to ravage your lips and any part of your skin he can get his mouth on. He LOOVES to eat you out and hold down your legs till HE’S satisfied. He’s meticulous when he’s on top. While you’re enjoying every stroke falling deeper and deeper into bliss, he’s finding that sweet spot. When he finds it, he doesn’t let up till you go limp. He doesn’t like to lose, so seeing you knocked out from satisfaction is a win to him.

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#haikyuu!! #sugawara #daichi #tsukishima #keishin ukai #Bokuto #Bokuto Kōtarō #tetsurō kuroo #kuroo testuro #Kageyama #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu smut #ukai ikkei #ukai keishin #haikyuu ukai #haikyu x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa #haikyuu x y/n #sugawara x

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Silver spoon

Pairing: ukai Ikkei x f!reader

Tags: made this a Mafia au just so he would have a reason to have a gun, nurse!reader, actual age agp, gilf, gun play, gun fucking (?), idk giving his gun sum sloppy toppy, oral sex, creampie

Summary: how to be a beneficiary 

wc: 3.5k

@keishinslove , come get ur mans, ; ), @fawn-daydreams thanks so much for the pic! @dreamsandabyss

18 + Minors dni

“Look, someone has to have it...” he spoke into the phone, leaning back as you did with him. The feeling of his warm body against yours putting you to sleep, resting your head on his chest as you curled up into him. 

His smirk widened as he ran his hand down your sides, enjoying your company as you grew more comfortable in his lap, the feeling of cold hard metal touching your skin as you adjusted yourself on his legs, seeing it peek from below his waistband, handle hanging out of his belt reminded you of what he was, breaking you out of your daydream.

Looking up at him as your hands rested on his chest and neck, pulling away from his stroking his scuff and fingers untangling themselves from his golden chain. Getting off his thighs seeing as this call was going to last long, legs growing numb, jestering with your hands that you were going to the kitchen, responding with a subtle nod as he watched you leave.

Hearing his voice get sterner, sending chills down your spine as his tone changed completely. “Send guards up there to get him…. and hold him until they arrive.” Seeing that he got confirmation, as his head tilted back, a sigh escaping lips as he rubbed his eyes. Eyebrows furrowing, not knowing if you should have left him there alone, just putting it in the back of your head that you left some time for him to cool down.

Walking down the staircase headed towards the kitchen, almost still getting lost in this villa as you remember him telling the first time you came here ‘it was down the staircase and to the left’. Stopping to look at the big picture of him hung up on the wall followed by many others, looking like a victorian portrait encased in the glass frames made you realize how big of a name they really were, generations following you down the hall as you continued moving down the steps.

Finally seeing the walls of windows and the bar you felt relieved, walking up to the fridge and opening it, seeing every drink but water. Grabbing some type of lemonade as you leaned against the marble counter while you took a sip, tasting the unknown alcohol in it as it hit the back of your throat, quickly coughing while smacking your chest a few times to calm it down. Tears filling your eyes as you shakily set the glass down.

“Sorry about that. Should've probably just drank it all yesterday.” 

You turned your blurry eyes to see his grandson, an almost spitting image of him when he was younger, noticing him handing you some water that you wanted in the first place.

“What a surprise...” you choked out, lifting the bottle to your mouth, throat finally feeling some ease.

The two of you had an almost sibling-like relationship, starting from the moment he met you after you patched his friend up in an alleyway, not even questing or caring why, moving on with your day like nothing happened.

Guessing you were on your way home from work, seeing you in scrubs, and after running into you again he swore it was fate. Persuading you to join them as you easily said yes, knowing you wouldn't say no the salary and the ‘benefits’ that came along with it, just wanting to finally relax with your student loans paid off.

But the last thing he would've expected after all of this, was you, with his grandad. Essentially getting yourself stuck in this kind of life, knowing that you'd never be able to leave as soon as they found out you were 'with’ him. But you obviously had a smart head on you, letting you do whatever your heart wanted as he supported you. Grabbing another drink from the bar, this time knowing it was alcohol as you two joked around for a minute.

A smile appearing on your face when you heard steps walking towards you, seeing ikkei appear from the corner of the hallway as keishin turned his head and guessed right, looking at you already skip over to him like a puppy following its owner.

Greeting you while he let you cling onto him, arms wrapped around his as he lifted his hand saying hello to his grandson. All his attention on your pretty little smile as his thumb traced your cheek, bringing up your hand to his lips, placing his lips on it gently as you were acting like you've never been touched before, giggling shyly into his arm as he chuckled out.

Keishin gagging at the sight before him, “Why don't you just retire already,” not wanting to see this cringy shit anymore, but deep down just wanting him to be safe and content, never seeing him smile this hard in his life. Knowing he's never felt this way before, his ex wife being set up by an arranged marriage, she wasn't bad but he definitely didn't love her along with her complaining, but luckily a quick swipe of his card shut her up, finally divorcing after all theses years.

“My dad isn't still too young to take over, you know?”  

“No.” he stated, stepping outside to light his cigar, resting his back against the wall as he took a puff. “Great men are taught, not born.” He uttered out, choking on the smoke as he brought it back up to his lips. He was dependable, not regretting having his son at a young age, but swearing to never push this life on his son and grandson until he was gone.

“Yeah, he's stubborn.” keishin uttered under his breath, running his hands through his hair as he grabbed his drink and keys, walking towards the door while waving a quick goodbye to you.

“How the hell is someone younger than me gonna be my step grandma, can’t get someone your own age to date you?” he chuckled out in awe. But at the end of the day he was on your side, family was family, defending you like your own personal bodyguard. Hearing something along the lines of “She’s some old man’s sugar baby.” almost daily until he ‘took care of it’ a few months ago.

“You're just mad, that an old man like me gets more than you.” ikkei laughed, coughing out the rest of the smoke while coming up behind you. Wrapping his arm around your waist already pulling you back to his office as you gladly let him.

“Ok, shitty old man.” keshin replied, closing the door behind him. He knew it wasn't because of the money or the power, because there were many other men on his level trying to win your attention. Thinking there must be something going on in your head to be with him, and there was.

Love.

The first man to ever make you feel some type of way, to make you blush. Was it practical, no. Putting it to the back of your head that he would be long gone by the time you were even close to his age.

But the way he made you feel so light and free around him after only being here for a while. Looking into your eyes as you fixed him up, making you genuinely laugh as he didn't want you to stress over him, surprising him that you were just naturally calm.

You two fell for each other quickly, not even lasting a week before you two fucked. Hearts appearing in your eyes around him; not caring about having your own family, just becoming part of his as he always kept his promises. 

“You wanna go out later.” he said loosely wrapping his hand around your waist, pulling you back into his lap. “m’sorry i haven't had time for you lately.” Looking up at his gray hair, eyes moving down to his body still this toned after all these years, aging like the finest wine.

“No.” you mumbled out, fingers running down his chest, getting caught up in his chain again. “Just wanna…..stay with you.” A shy smirk appearing on your face as the words left your lips.

Leaning into your shoulder, lips touching your neck as he whispered into your ear, scruff tickling your jaw as you let out a slight smile.“Stay with me, hmm? And what does that entail...?” 

Already getting off his thighs, standing in front of him as you ran your hands up your body, his joining you as he wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer to him, chin resting on your stomach while his hands gently rested on your hips. “No one has ever managed to capture my attention like you have.” he said, hands lingering on you.

He had no shame in admitting it, his words plaguing your head, “I always tell the truth, no matter how hard it is.” Looking up to your flustered face, no one could ever make you feel as loved and appreciated as him.

“Ok old man.” you giggled out, taking your time stripping in front of him. Resting your hand on his shoulder for support as you slowly slid your skirt down, hugging your ass just right as you felt his soft, intense gaze never once leaving you. Eyeing you up as you fumbled with your buttons, hands meeting yours taking it off for you, being bare as the day you were born.

“You getting on your knees pretty girl?”

Nodding while letting out a quiet, shy “yeah” at the words that left his mouth. Lowering yourself onto the ground, trying to replace your timidness that only came around him. Hands resting on his knees working their way up his thighs, his stress already disappearing as your fingers played with his zipper, eyes locking with yours as you pulled it down.

The nervousness leaving you as his warm hand rested on your cheek, whimpering in need as your gaze fell on the hard cold metal that was standing before his cock. Resting on his abdomen, cunt growing wetter at the thought of the previous events, wanting it in your mouth, fucked down your throat.

Reading your mind, already loosening his pants enough to set it free. Pointer finger resting on the side as he parted your lips, immediately giving way. Tongue sticking out lewdly, spit and drool already falling off the tip of it, his other hand angling it down toward your mouth. “You trust me, don’t you Baby?”

Moaning out another muffled “yeah” at the weight of the barrel resting on your tongue, pushing it deeper down your mouth, the whines getting caught at the back of your throat. Body growing tingly, cunt leaking onto the floor as he gently bobbed your head head back and forth until you got the hang of it.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck... your sweet little mouth taking it all.” Whimpering at his words, eyes fluttering open at him, meeting his gaze as your vision grew blurry. Hands reaching for his cock, working there way up his thighs until you felt his bulge, groaning at the touch. Wanting to make him feel as good as you.

Letting your spit make a mess on his fingers as he slowly pushed the glock farther down until you choked on the muzzle. Pulling it out at the lewd sound of your wet gasp, catching your breath, looking at your lashes still wet, lips covered in drool. Dragging the spit covered barrel down, sliding between your tits pressing it against your nipples, shivering at the cold feeling. 

“You gonna let me fuck your throat, sweetheart?”

Nodding quickly, letting out a strained “mhmm” as you moved your fingers around the base of his cock. Adjusting himself as he stroked it a few times before letting you take control. A moan leaving his mouth as you tilted your head to kiss his tip, parting your lips without his help as you flicked your tongue against it, your shiny lips making a mess already.

“Fuck angel, such a good girl. Open up that little mouth more for me sweetheart.” His hand came behind your neck, the firm grip leaving your mouth open as he pulled himself out, admiring the sight below him as the praise made you listen to his silent command. Soft wet smacks from him slapping the head of his cock against your tongue, looking so lewd, like the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life.

“… goddamn baby. Fuck…”

His scratchy voice letting out another moan as he leaned back onto the headrest of the couch. Your trembling hands gripping onto his thighs, nails leaving imprints as he continued to abuse your throat. The office was quiet besides the filthy wet sounds of you choking around him.

Opening your lids and gazing up at him, pupils so wide and eyes so red. Looking the prettiest you could, so needy and compliant, letting him use your throat as he pleased. “That’s it, angel… oh, fuck…m’gonna-”

Tears freely down your cheeks as you gagged, little strings of saliva dripping from your chin, body on fire as his thrusts got rougher, fucking up into your mouth as his hands gripped tighter around your neck holding you in place.

Sealing your lips around him, sucking in more as his hips stalled, grabbing your head with both of his hands. And with a long groan, music to your ears, shoving your face all the way down into his crotch, balls resting on your chin as you felt him release in your mouth, so hot and thick. Doing as you were told, always wanting to be his good girl, someone he could always rely on, someone he could always use when needed.

“You okay?” He asked, stroking your cheek as dizzily shook your head up and down. Reaching his hand forward, tipping your jaw upward to see you better. Cunt throbbing as his eyes met yours, clenching and releasing around nothing while he dragged his thumb across your swollen lips. 

“Words, sweetheart.” His voice was soft and stern, ordering you around gently as you did you best to choke it out.

“y-yes”

“Let me see.” Parting your lips, with his ring covered finger, mouth opening to show him that his cum was still there. Smiling as he let go, muttering out “good girl.”, mouth closing as he let you swallow, the salty taste making you wince under your breath while he pet the side of your face down to your neck. 

“You sure angel? ….You know i don't like lying.” he said, resting his hand on your cunt, fingers dipping in shallowly as you almost went limp in his hold, Knees locking just in time, so focused on keeping your composure that you didn't see him smirking at your state. His finger curling inside you, as you tried to hold back your whimper, body unconsciously rocking back and forth into his hand.

Finally snapping, trying to be on your best behavior best you couldn't help it anymore, knowing what he was doing to you. “Please,” you whined out. “Want you to fuck me like you always do, want you to fuck me so good.” No shame left in your body as you started taking action, nails clawing into his bicep, your eyes half lidded trying to hold back the tears forming.

Letting out a whine muttered by your teeth sinking into your lips when his hand pulls away, lingering there not for long as he easily hikes your leg up over his waist, aligning his cock to your dripping cunt, rubbing it over your folds, teasing you, wanting to make his sweet angel beg. 

“i-ikkei, please” you lead, gripping his arms, as pushed into you slowly. Cooing at you for being so patient with him. Head dropping onto his shoulder as a broken noise escaped your lips, legs tightening around his waist, clenching around him.

Pushing the rest of himself inside you, hissing as you swallow him up in your warmth. “Fuck sweetheart, you always… feel so, -fuck, so goddamn good,”

“Relax baby,” he groaned out, head thrown back. “Little cunt’s so tight, gonna get my will instead of my kids if you keep it up.” Your smile barely forming before it gets cut off, moaning at the painful feeling of his cock stretching you out.

“Such a... fuck, such a good little girl for me,” He praises, hot breath on your neck as you clench even tighter at his words, the feeling of bhim so deep inside of you, nudging your cervix making your head spin. “So pretty,  I'd do anything for you, you know that?”

“m’close.” you whimpered. His love confessions making you lose your mind completely, nails digging into his chest, slightly groaning at the sting.. “Please, p-please please,” you begged through a sob, tears swelling up in your eyes. Placing his lips on yours before you can gasp out begs anymore. Trying to whimper out his name before he fucks you roughly with a thrust that hits your g spot, making you cum all over him, sticky wetness enclosing the both of you as it dripped down his balls and onto the sofa. 

“There you go baby,” he muttered against your lips, but you’re too far gone to even pay attention. Working his cock inside of you, gently pushing up into your cunt as your shaking body twitches in his hold, eyes rolling to the back of your head from your orgasm, still trying to come down from your high. “You know I always got you.”

He pulls out of you slowly when you have calmed down but you weren’t done. “w-wanna make you cum.” your croaky voice pouted out.

“Hm? You already did sweetheart.” Shaky legs positioning yourself on top of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. “no...want you to cum in me.”

Watching as you spread open you cunt, placing his tip on your entrance. Looking down at him with a heavy lust in your eyes, not wasting any time sliding back into you. “You’re so greedy.” He says into your ear, a roughness to his voice. Back arching as his arm wraps around your waist, leaning back to give him a view of himself bottoming out in you. The feeling of the fullness already has you cumming again. “...So fucking perfect.” 

Rubbing your clit with his fingers as his lips attached to your nipple, locking you in his hold, your body trembling from the overstimulation. Cock repeatedly ramming into your g spot as your cunt is being lovingly abused. “Fuck” He mutters out, words getting trapped into your skin, fingers pinching your swollen clit, letting out a loud sob as tears break free. 

“Fuck baby, I’m close.” He said, breath growing sporadic as his hips start stuttering. Chasing after his high, fingers slapping your clit as you squealed.

“C-, cum in me, please. You gotta, p-please!” You cry out, pushing him over the edge. Breaking free of your tits, mouth letting out deep groans as he is spilling his load into you, coming for the third around him. Body freezing up, seeing black and stars, walls clamping around him even tighter, wanting to milk him dry for everything he's got. 

Not even realizing that he's holding you into him, balls resting on you cunt as he's still inside of you, knowing you'd throw a fit if he pulled out. Body slump and tired as he presses a light kiss on the top of your head, large hands soothing your body as they worked their way up and down your back.

“I-, I love you,” you choked out, resting your head into his shoulder. His heart softening as he kissed your lips softly, sighing as he leaned back with you in his arms. Gently humming to ease you into sleep, not caring how he was gonna take care of this later. ”I love you too, baby.” He whispered into your ear, looking around his office full of money and countless items worth millions, but none made his heart race like you could, not even close.

“...I love you, more than you'll ever know.” 

#PLS THIS TOOK ME A MONTH TO EDIT #is my love for al pacnio obvious #the only real man ill ever love #tw gun play #tw age gap #ikkei x reader #ukai ikkei #ukai x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #ukai smut #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #hq x y/n #hq x you #ikkei smut

[moonshine-dan]

ukai sr and cockwarming

Only COWARDS won’t reblog this. Technically... This is a kinktober AND an event post. Enjoy.

“This is a compromise, Ikkei.”

The tv in front of you is on, playing some ancient black and white shogun drama with the volume near zero. You would barely be able to hear it anyways over the rush of air from the AC, trying desperately to make the searing summer heat more bearable. 

“Hardly. I’m still getting exactly what I want.”

Ikkei’s hand is gripping your arm, his chin hooked over your shoulder so he can still see the tv. It never ceases to surprise you just how strong his grip is at his age - but by all means you should have, at this stage in your relationship.

“I wouldn’t call this exactly the same as regular sex by any means.” He's sitting on the couch with you on his lap, holding your back to his chest possessively. He’s buried inside of you to the hilt, your thighs resting on his own muscular ones. He may be in amazing shape for a man of 69 years, but Doctor’s orders are Doctor’s orders - He’s not supposed to be doing any strenuous activities, including sex, until he can get a stint put in.

“I’ve got my cock in you as far as it can go. What part of that isn’t sex?”

His other hand slides down your thigh, grabbing you just as tight as the other one was. Ikkei was simple- he loved having you on top of him but still under his control. You wanted to see if maybe you could take a little of that control back.

“Well. For one, usually there's more… movement.” You punctuate the sentence with a series of squeezes, tightening around him. Ikkei groans, thrusting up shallowly at the sudden sensation. You grind down and press your back to his chest, trapping him against the couch. “Like that, exactly. That’s what we can’t do. But -” you bounce slightly, just enough to move you up and down a few scant centimeters - “We can still enjoy this. Ok?”

Ikkei grunts, grip tightening and eyes closed. Hearing the medical advice from you isn’t making him any happier than the first time he heard it, but it seems like he’s taking you seriously now that he’s a little closer to getting what he wants. And shouldn't you be nice to your elders, anyways?

You roll your hips in semicircles, not lifting up this time. The wet friction makes him inhale sharply, muscles tensing but not thrusting. Alright, good. This is still absolutely not what the doctors ordered, but when has he ever done exactly what they say anyway?

“Don’t blame me if you have a heart attack, old man.”

You don't have to crane your head around to see the grin on his face when he answers, "Show your elders a little respect."

#hq x reader #hq smut #hq imagines #ukai x reader #ukai ikkei x reader #hq x y/n #hq x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #ukai ikkei x you #ukai ikkei x y/n #ukai x you #ukai x y/n #ukai ikkei #please act human. #Dan's 500 event #ikkei.thing

[forcefully-awoken]

ikkei x f! reader

explicit

for my darlingest @bobawithpomegranate

It’s been a while since Ikkei has celebrated Valentine’s Day like this. He’s been alone for more than a few years now, settled into his golden years all by himself.

But as your head bobs up and down his length, he thinks that this might be a better way to celebrate than with a couple beers by himself. You look up at him with wide eyes, pressing your mouth as far down onto his cock as you can, rubbing your tongue on the underside obscenely. His weathered hands grip your hair, tugging you off of him.

“Keep that up and there won’t be a main event,” his tone is just this side of teasing, a little breathy as he tries to control his body. You’re enough to drive a younger man crazy, and Ikkei can’t quite believe he got this lucky with you. He feels a need to prove himself better than any young man you could be spending your time with.

He grips your hips as you straddle his lap. Your cunt is practically dripping all over him, and he’s able to thrust into you easily. He watches your eyes roll back as he stretches you open on him, helping you grind down until he’s hitting your sweet spots. He lets you dictate the pace, trying to ease any lingering worries you might have that he can’t take it.

You fall apart for him easily, a small whimper leaving your lips. Your cunt flutters and contracts around his cock, milking him for all he can give. He holds your trembling body to his chest tightly, hands soothing up and down your back until you move off of him to fall asleep. He watches your steady breathing with a fond smile on his face.

Ikkei may be an old man, but you make him feel young again.

#i would like to apologize for my crimes again shay and also humanity #ikkei ukai x reader #ikkei x reader #ikkei ukai smut

[rocorambles]

Training Camp ft. Ikkei: Part 1 - Know Your Place

Pairing: Yandere Nekomata x Kuroo ft. Ikkei

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Sex Toys, Chastity Cage, Exhibitionism, Voyerism, Humiliation, Degradation, Objectification, Cock Warming, Sweat Kink, Overstimulation, Gangbang

Summary: Nekomata has special plans for Kuroo’s first New Year’s trip. 

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A/N: Of course I need to dedicate this to @sawamooora #1 Ikkei stan. 

Kuroo impatiently waits, brimming with excitement as he searches for the familiar sight of Nekomata’s car approaching, suitcase packed and ready to go besides him. It’s been months since their little relationship began and the pink cage around his cock and the plug nestled in his ass feel like second skin, bringing a sense of comfort to the younger man as he’s reminded of just who belongs to with every shift he feels against his sensitive cock and insides. 

He’s always hated New Year’s, dreaded being forced to spend more time than he wanted to at home, in an empty house devoid of any real familial love other than a fond smile here or there from his grandparents. He doesn’t want to be ungrateful and he loves his grandparents, he really does, but the loneliness is tormenting, the emptiness and silence clawing and digging its way under his skin as the clock ticks down to midnight every year, with only him there to greet the new year, his grandparents already long fast asleep and his father nowhere to be found. 

But this year...this year’s going to be different and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face when a car honks at him from the street, practically skipping and almost tripping over his long legs as he shoves his suitcase into the trunk of his coach’s car and hops in the passenger seat. 

Kuroo’s always been envious hearing his friends tell him about the fun celebrations their family did over the holiday, something green and ugly churning in his guts whenever someone rambled on and on about the amazing family trip they went on during the time off. But over time, as he got older, he had grudgingly come to terms that it’s just never something he’d ever experience, settling for the quiet dragging days he spent idling away in his bedroom instead. 

So when Nekomata had asked him if he wanted to go away to the countryside with him over the New Years holiday during one of their post-coital cuddle session, he could hardly believe his ears, almost smacking the old man in the face with how quickly he turned to stare at him with wide hazel eyes before grinning and enthusiastically nodding his head. His body suddenly regained all of its energy despite how many orgasms had been coaxed out of him and he noisily pestered the older man with all types of questions about what they’d be doing and exactly where they were going, only shutting up with a gasp when a wrinkled hand reached down to circle his cum-filled hole, amused eyes staring at him as a finger slipped inside the loosened entrance. 

“Well if you’ve recovered enough to make so much noise, let’s put that newfound energy and loud mouth to use.” 

Needless to say, Kuroo didn’t get any answers that night. 

And even now as they begin their long road trip, he still has no clue or hint of what’s in store for him. 

Nekomata fondly smiles as Kuroo inquisitively looks around, pretty eyes sparkling with excitement and awe as he scurries around like a kitten exploring new territory, examining every inch of Ukai Ikkei’s peaceful training camp nestled among the woods of Miyagi. It’s a beautiful location, so different from the bustling city of Tokyo, hidden from prying eyes, only snow and barren trees visible for miles and miles. Perfect for what he has planned for his adorable pet and he laughs when Kuroo lays beside him that first night, pouting and whining about Nekomata not telling him that there were indoor volleyball courts here so he could pack accordingly. 

He had wondered when Kuroo would bring it up and despite creaking bones, he eagerly makes his way to his own suitcase, pulling out a package he had purposefully kept hidden for this very moment, gleefully watching as the taller man curiously opened the bag. Not many things catch Kuroo off guard, so Nekomata watches in pride as the athlete’s jaw drops, almost reaching the ground as he realizes exactly what he’s staring down at. 

The Nekoma captain knows it’s going to be a long weekend when he sees the vibrating butt plug innocently laying on top of a bundle of fabric, throat dry as he sets the toy aside and examines the soft bundle still inside, cock twitching in interest in its prison, a little whine stuck in his chest. 

“Shouldn’t you thank me? Now you’ll be able to play all the volleyball you want this weekend. I even have some old friends visiting tomorrow who can join us.” 

“It’s- That’s way too small! You want me to wear just this in front of other people?” 

Hazel eyes pleadingly stare at the older man, but it’s no use and Kuroo pouts as Nekomata sternly stands his ground, reluctantly nodding his head and cuddling into his cushy chest when the coach uses his weakness against him, softly murmuring little praises about how good he’ll look, how he just wants to show off his handsome boy to everyone. 

Doesn’t Kuroo want to make him happy? 

He does! He does! 

And despite how embarrassing it is, lean toned torso on display, cute nipples pebbled in arousal as Nekomata teasingly sucks the two peaks to attention, tiny bulge and ass cheeks practically hanging out of the skimpy black spandex shorts (really just glorified panties), Kuroo can’t help the pleased flush he feels spreading inside of him at how proud and hungrily Nekomata looks at him, whispering how gorgeous he is as he playfully prods and pushes the vibrating plug inside of Kuroo’s tight hole. 

But it’s time to play a different game and Nekomata pulls the dazed boy after him, pretending nothing’s unusual about how he introduces the almost naked youngster to the rest of the senior citizens gathered on the indoor court, ignoring the leering looks they give the flustered athlete, biting back a smile at how veiny wrinkled hands roam and linger inappropriately across Kuroo’s body as they introduce themselves and greet the frazzled man. 

He’s proud of how well Kuroo takes all the attention and the wandering touches, something akin to jealousy curling inside of him at how the messy haired man unconsciously leans into fingers that run along his nipples and sticks his ass out just a bit more when someone presses up behind him. Maybe he had trained his toy too well, but there’s no time to linger on it, not when everyone’s lining up on either side of the net and getting in game position. 

Adrenaline pumps through Kuroo and he feels at home, almost forgetting the embarrassing outfit he has on as he gets ready to play like he always does, thinking to himself if maybe he should take it down a few notches, not wanting to hurt any of the frailer men around him. He sees a spiker jump in front of him and he leaps in the air, toned arms reaching up, ready to block the ball, but he yelps, mind going white as the vibrator inside of him is suddenly turned on, pressing relentlessly against his prostate and he falls on the ground in surprise. 

Old faces crowd around him, rough hands helping him up, voices asking him if he’s okay, but it’s all background noise as he stares wide-eyed at Nekomata, heart racing at the smirk he receives in response, the flash of a remote peeking from his coach’s shorts solidifying his worst fears. But there’s nothing he can do, nothing he can say without letting everyone else around him know exactly what’s happening, that he’s traipsing around in public with a toy shoved inside of his ass like a slut. So he stays silent, plastering on a forced smile on his face as he reassures everyone he’s fine, unaware of the shared smirks behind his back, all of them in on Nekomata’s naughty little secret. 

It only gets worse after that, the vibrations becoming unpredictable in timing and intensity, sometimes hitting him at the peak of his jumps, sometimes starting up in between plays, sometimes not moving at all, only making it so much worse when it does begin again after a longer pause than normal. His anticipation and anxiety only makes things worse and he knows he’s a mess, sluggish, sweating far too much for a simple game with old men, sloppy. But he grits his teeth, determined to make it through at least the first set before making up some excuse to leave and relieve himself. 

Unfortunately Nekomata and company have different plans for him and when he once again jumps to block another spike, he can’t hold back the scream as the vibrations hit him full blast, not stopping even when he collapses on the ground, writhing and grabbing his ass, begging Nekomata to turn it off, uncaring of how everyone is watching the lewd spectacle he’s making of himself. 

But it’s not Nekomata who hauls him up and he sobs as Ikkei snarls at him to stop whining, sneering at him for being a fucking whore who can’t live without a toy inside of him. 

“How dare you waste all of our time by pulling shit like this? We’re here to play volleyball, not babysit a horny slut. So go make yourself useful, get off the fucking court, and be our little bench cock warmer since you clearly need something to always fill that slutty hole of yours.” 

Kuroo can hardly register what’s happening, incoherently blabbering and drooling as the intense vibrations still relentlessly assault him, mindlessly following as Ikkei continues to drag him over to the metal bench, moaning as his pre-cum soaked shorts are pulled off of him. He petulantly whines when the plug is pulled out of him, immediately changing his tune and apologizing when Ikkei’s hands swat at his ass, rough palms humiliatingly spreading his ass cheeks apart, leaving his gaping fluttering hole on full view for everyone. 

But when he’s positioned over Nekomata’s sitting form, trembling thighs bending as he’s shoved down on the cock he’s grown so familiar with, it feels like everything’s right in the world and a dopey smile spreads across his face when he bottoms out, the familiar weight and heat inside of him soothing his highstrung body. And suddenly he can care less about how the rest of the men are crowding around Nekomata and him on the excuse of being on a “water break”, greedy eyes taking in how Kuroo’s long legs splay wide open, pretty pink chastity cage out in the open, tight hole stuffed full of old man cock. 

He doesn’t know how long he stays like that, body drunk on pleasure, jolted back to attention here and there by fingers that teasingly tweak and brush his nipples, a wrinkled hand easily fondling his cute little caged cock in one hand, a raspy voice mockingly tsking him for dripping so much sticky pre-cum everywhere. 

The first set finishes and then there’s bickering as the other old men complain about how it’s unfair that only Nekomata gets a cock warmer when he sits out, demanding that Kuroo be passed around as a communal object. Nekomata is hesitant, surprisingly fierce possessiveness keeping him from readily agreeing. But when Ikkei urges him on, encouragingly asking his long-time friend things like “don’t you ever want to just sit back and watch?”, “don’t you want to see what your little pet looks like being split on multiple cocks?”, he can’t help the voyeuristic curiosity inside of him that ultimately has him acquiescing.

Kuroo doesn’t know how many times he’s passed around, doesn’t care, mind only able to think of being full, uncaring of how or by who. 

Sometimes he’s made to face the game, fingers prodding his face, palms gently slapping his cheeks until he’s paying attention, forced to keep track of points, punished by vicious pulling and twisting of his aching nipples and smacks to his pathetically imprisoned cock when he says the wrong numbers or forgets to say anything at all after a point is scored. 

Sometimes he’s made to face the player whose cock is splitting him apart, coaxed into sloppily making out with chapped lips, the scent of elderly bodies filling his nostrils, the wet sound of tongues and mouths tangling together echoing in his ears, bony hands digging into his bare ass. 

He thinks he may have passed out once or twice, maybe even a few times, only to wake up moaning, tears in his eyes as arousal and denial mix and meld in a painfully intoxicating cocktail inside of him. All he needs, all he wants is to bounce on the cocks shoved inside of him to his heart’s content, desperate even for the lackluster untouched prostate orgasms he’s limited to with his chastity cage still firmly locked. But anytime he tries to even shift his hips, every time he even breathes louder than normal, he’s scolded and vulnerable inner thighs are meanly pinched until he stays still like a good toy. 

It’s all a frustratingly dizzying experience, time and space blurring in Kuroo’s mind, brain turning off as he allows himself to just submerge in the feeling of being passed around and used, allowing himself to just let go and be the mindless sex toy they want him to be. But he’s snapped back to reality by a sudden inability to breathe and piercing coldness across his entire torso, muffled squealing filling the air as he’s laid face down on the cold metal bench, Ikkei’s cock breaching his mouth further and further, Nekomata sinking balls deep inside of his loose ass, both men surrounding him, their legs spread on either side of the bench, caging him in between them. 

As his mouth is stretched painfully wide, nose brushing against Ikkei’s lower stomach, gray scratchy hairs tickling his face, ass full, Nekomata’s hands playfully kneading and groping his toned buttcheeks, any humane part left in his sex-crazed mind shatters. All he knows is serving and pleasure and he happily moans as his bare flat back is used as a table for sweaty towels, soaked fabric carelessly tossed on top of him. An especially drenched towel is thrown over his head and he deeply inhales, the salty heavy smell of sweat intermingling with the musk of Ikkei’s groin only dragging him further down a path he’ll never be able to recover from.

He could live happily just like that for the rest of his life, filled on both ends, white cotton fabric acting as a blindfold, encasing him in the pungent scent of his tormentors, reminding him just how far he’s fallen. But his owners have different plans, ignoring his little complaining mewls from being left empty and unfulfilled as Ikkei and Nekomata pull out of him. The towel still around his face prevents him from seeing anything, but a delighted smile slips on his face at the feeling of something prodding at his entrance, a content sigh escaping him when the familiar vibrating plug is pushed back into him, eyes closing and focusing on the soothing feeling of being filled once again. 

But that comfort is short lived and he screams, a panicked overwhelmed keen that makes the men around him laugh as the vibrator is suddenly turned onto its highest setting, the borderline unbearable intensity against his relentlessly stimulated prostate driving him crazy, body writhing and convulsing in agonized bliss, fat tears and drool making a mess of his face. Yet that doesn’t stop his audience from meticulously pulling back up his ridiculously tiny booty shorts, pulling the material snugly high up on Kuroo’s hips, locking the plug even more firmly in place, slapping the captain’s perky ass for good measure and prodding at the toy inside of him through the stretchy fabric as he continues shaking and trembling, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out. 

The towels that had been strewn about his body and head all lie rumpled and discarded on the ground, thrown off by the younger man’s chaotic movements, and the group of men watch in awe and lust, veiny wrinkled hands pumping their useless old cocks at how broken their little toy looks. He barely looks human. He definitely doesn’t sound human. And it only makes the desire in their aged bodies grow that much more, pride and power swelling inside of them at how much control they still have, despite their numbered days, over a bright and powerful young thing like Kuroo Tetsurou. 

Gangbangs? They’re a young men’s game. But as they stare at the now cum covered man still sobbing and wailing as the vibrator inside of him continues its relentless assault, slobbering all over their cocks and fingers as they make sure not to let a drop of their sticky liquid go to waste. They can’t help but give themselves a pat on the back for their successful attempt, yawning and slowly walking away on aching legs and hips, bones creaking and cocks exhausted from being used so thoroughly after almost decades of no action.  

Kuroo makes to get up, confusion in dazed hazel eyes as he tries to follow the pack, whimpering as every move he makes only makes the vibrations inside of him hit different angles. But he’s gently shoved back down by two pairs of hands and he bewilderedly pants, turning his attention towards Nekomata and Ikkei, gasping when they each toy with one perky nipple as they amusedly observe him. 

“And where do you think you’re going, Tetsurou? There’s water bottles, towels, and all this equipment that still needs to be packed up and stored away. I’m not turning off your little toy until everything is cleaned up, understand? So better get to it.”

Tears stream down his face at the stern words, dismayed eyes taking in just how much of a mess there’s left for him to clean, realization that his torment has hardly begun sinking in. But he shakily nods and two pairs of eyes watch in sick fascination as their little slut begins to move around, breathy gasps and lewd moans interspersed with his actions, stumbling and panting like a cat in heat. 

It’s going to be a great training camp.  

#haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #yandere nekomata #nekomata x kuroo #ikkei x kuroo

[braaiinrot]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26245123#main

"I'm sorry but I don't think the world wants us to have sex." Takeda teased.

"Too bad, 'cause you've got your mind set on it, so it'll happen."

"Only if you let me."

"When have I ever been able to say no to you, Ittestu?"

#smut #fanfic #ao3 #haikyuu #coach ukai #ukatake #ukai ikkei #ukai smut #hq takeda #ukai x takeda #takeda sensei #pwp #pwp fic #shotgunning

[mindninjax]

The Smut Pile Western Collab (Live on Feb. 6th)

Cowboys, Gunslingers, and Outlaws galore. The Smut Pile tips its hat to you as you dive in to the rowdy Wild West Collab. Stumble in for a drink at the saloon or help track down the most wanted outlaws in your town. Check out our favorite characters as they navigate through the arid tumbleweed filled plains of the west.

Please note: Every piece is adult 18+ only content and will have appropriate warnings at the beginning of each work.

Check out the Smut Pile Western Mood board by our lovely @mixedhell. It’ll put you in the perfect mood to lasso the bounty that is this masterlist. 

Howdy Partner...

Cowboys: My Hero Academia

@some-kindofgnome | Dabi

@lixis-sin-cauldron | Aizawa

@some-kindofgnome | Hanta Sero

@spacelabrathor | Enji Todoroki

Gunslingers: Attack On Titan

@whats-her-quirk | Jean Kirstein

@pleasantanathema​ | Kennyyyyyyy Ackerman

Outlaws: Haikyuu!!

@sawamooora | Ikkei Ukai (art)

@sugardaddykenma | Osamu Miya

@messwriting | Hajime Iwaizumi

@rivendell101 | Tetsurō Kuroo

@10millionyearsdungeon | Kōtarō Bokuto

@messwriting | Takahiro Hanamaki

@dymphnasprose | Issei Matsukawa

@kechiwrites | Daichi Sawamura

Bounty Hunters: Jujutsu Kaisen

@tomurasprincess | Satoru Gojo

@shadowworks | Ryomen Sukuna

#haikyuu fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #the smut pile collab #mha fanfiction #snk fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #hq fanfiction #jjk fanfiction #writing collab

[tetsurouskuro]

Sweet Temptations

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, swearing, violence, mentions of drugs, dom!kuroo, mafia!au haikyuu, smut, sexual tension, orgasm denial, spitting, spanking (with a belt and hand), hair pulling and other stuff i may have forgotten

word count: 9,654

tag list: @iwaqchan @myherowritings (message me if you want to be added)

a/n: forgive me father for i have sinned!! ok, so i saw THIS! picture of kuroo and all i could think about was “i need to write a mafia!au with kuroo” and here i am and oh god i hope it’s good because it sounded so good in my head and to put everything down to words is on another level!! in this story all of the characters (and you) are a bit older, around 25-ish! also, a big thank you to Sof aka @myherowritings for helping me through with this and listening to my ranting and stuff... anyways... feedback is always appreciated and i hope you guys enjoy it! <3

Synopsis: Kuroo is the grandson of Nekomata Yasufumi, from the Nekoma mafia clan. You’re the granddaughter of Ukai Ikkei, from the Karasuno mafia clan. A arranged marriage between the two of you would mean that two big mafia clans would be able to work together and get even bigger and cover more ground in Japan, but there’s only one thing stopping this from happening... Kuroo and you...

MASTERLIST!

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Scotch whiskey in his hand, two ice cubes in the glass he twirled it around with his wrist while his other hand was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes shut tightly as he tried to listen to Kenma, his righthand man talk about the current sales going around and how the next shipping was going for the states. Kuroo had one hell of a headache, and not because of the alcohol, no. He was anxious about meeting his boss, his grandfather; Nekomata Yasufumi.

“Kuroo, are you even listening to me?” Kenma sighed at his boss and best friend.

“No.” He answered bluntly, but truthfully. Not looking at the man in front of him.

“What's the matter? We need to get the shipping out soon and there's still a lot of people who haven't paid up our dealers.”

Kuroo opened his eyes, looked at Kenma as he drowned the scotch, the whiskey burning his throat, making his abdomen warm from the liquor. Taking a deep breath, he spoke calmly to Kenma.

“Don't worry about me and send Lev to the dealers. You can always trust a Russian around these kinds of things.” Kuroo stood up from his seat behind the big mahogany desk and walked around it to stand in front of his friend, placing his left hand on Kenma's left shoulder. “Fix it. I have some matters to take care of.”

“Of course, boss.”

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Knocking on the big wooden door, he heard his grandfather speak, giving him the go to come in. Opening the door, Kuroo walked in, his legs carrying him inside with confident steps. The room was beautifully decorated. On the left wall was a built-in bookshelf. Books recorded back to the early 1700-century. To the right was a wine-red leather sofa, in front of it a rectangular coffee table. In the far corner of the room was a 1600-century Italian old-world globe bar. It stood open and two glasses were missing.

Looking in front of him, his grandfather was sitting behind a similar mahogany desk that he had in his office. Two chairs stood in front of the desk. Walking over Kuroo unbuttoned his suit jacket and took a seat in one of them, sighing in the process. Nekomata watching his only grandson, he could tell that the young man in front of him was stiff.

“Relax, son. What are you so worried about?”

“Ojii-chan,” was all Kuroo spoke. Nekomata placed a tumbler in front of him and Kuroo, each glass was half full.

“I didn't call you to talk business son. I wanted to talk to you about the Ukai's.” This made Kuroo perch up.

“Oh?”

“You know that you're marrying Ukai Ikkei's granddaughter in a couple of weeks, right?”

“Yeah, I know. It's an agreement our parents made before they died.” Both yours and Kuroo's parents had died when both of you were 5 years old, him being 7. Both Nekomata and Ukai did not want their grandchildren to be put in any foster home, so they took you in.

“Correct.” Nekomata pushed one of the half full glasses to Kuroo and both men brought them up to their lips, taking a sip. Kuroo started to think about his fiancée. Did she like whiskey or brandy? Truth to be told, he did not care. It also showed how little he knew about his soon-to-be wife. He did not know anything significant about her, other than her name and birthday. Everything else, Ukai Ikkei had kept buried. There were no pictures of you anywhere. No social media accounts or driver license. Nothing. You were like a ghost to him. If he did not know any better, he would've thought you didn't exist.

But it made sense, though. Kuroo would have done the same if he had a daughter. Family was everything. It was one thing his grandfather had drilled into his and the other members heads since they were children.

“There has been some change of plans. She's on her way here now.”

“What?”

“You heard. Ukai and I talked and come to the agreement that she should come here now and the two of you should get to know each other.” Kuroo didn't want to get married. He didn't want to marry you. He wanted to have the freedom of not being tied down to one woman.

But he also wanted to honor his family. Mostly his grandfather. Nekomata Yasufumi had done everything he could for Kuroo. At the age of 5, he had learned the truth about what his family was doing. At the age of six, he had learned how to fire of a gun, being skilled already at that young age. But most importantly, he had learned that blood is thicker than water. Family was everything. Absolute.

“You need to stop fucking that whore you bring around so much,” this made Kuroo smirk. Natasha, the whore Nekomata was talking about was the girl Kuroo had by his bed to pleasure him. She wasn't good looking, or smart for that matter, but that wasn't why Kuroo kept her. She had a good throat and a nice cunt.

“I'll get rid of her. I know what our agreement says.”

“Infidelity. Keep that snake in your pants.” Kuroo laughed at his grandfather.

“If I have to throw a paper bag over her while I fuck her, then I'll do it, Ojii-chan.”

“End it, now.” Kuroo stands up and throws back the rest of his whiskey.

“I will. When is she here?”

“They're already on the road, so approximately three hours. Don't be late.”

“I won't.” Kuroo stands up and is just about to leave when Nekomata hands him a big file.

“Read it. Yamamoto broke through their firewall and got a hold of their records.” Kuroo smirks at his grandfather and exits the room. The day couldn't get any better now.

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“Yuu, what are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh! I'm playing a game.”

“Now? You're supposed to read the map!”

“Well, last time I checked it was still 5 miles left until the next exit!”

“Guys. Please I'm trying to read back here...”

“Sorry boss!”

Sighing at the two men in the front seat, you skimmed through the files that your grandfather had handed you (he and his goddamn files). There it was all the information about your future husband and the rest of his family.

“I can't believe Nekoma almost tripled their profits in less than a year,” you spoke loudly. Not really expecting one of the two men in the front seat to answer.

“They've also somehow gotten their drugs into Nohebi territories. Mexico, Russia, and the damn States. They have networks going through most of East Asia, those city boys.” Tanaka states and you laugh at his nickname for the Nekoma.

“Soon it'll be yours too, boss,” Nishinoya turns around in his seat to look at you and gives you reassuring smile.

“That's if he accepts the last-minute change in the contract,” you answer him back.

“You mean, where you demand to be kept informed and in agreement with his future decisions involving the business?” Tanaka laughs. “It'll be interesting to see his reaction.”

“It will be indeed. I allowed them to hack into our records also earlier today.” The men laugh at that. Not because it's funny, no. They laugh because Nekoma thought they had you now. Or so they thought.

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“I'm telling you boss, they won't dare step another foot in our territory again,” Lev spoke as he took a sip of his can of soda.

“Good. Anything else? I need to get going soon. Kenma you're in charge while I'm gone.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Lev asked while Kenma just nodded as he read through some information Yamamoto had sent him earlier on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“Family business. If the Nohebi try anything else, you know what to do. No need to hold back.” Kuroo spoke with an even voice as he pulled on his suit jacket.

“By the way, boss. Are you friend with the Fukurodani boss?” Yaku spoke from his spot on the leather sofa.

“Yeah. Grew up with him. Why?” Kuroo quirked an eyebrow at the short savage.

“There's a file he sent us.”

“I'll read through it later,” Kuroo said and walked towards the door and said goodbye to the group that had formed in the basement of the hidden base. He walked to the underground garage and unlocked his jet-black Audi R8, taking a seat and speeding to the exit. Once he had turned and driven for 5 minutes, there was an incoming call, he simply connecter it to the car Bluetooth.

“Ojii-chan, I'm on my way.”

“Hurry. They're already here.”

“I figured. I'm 15 minutes away.” Hanging up, Kuroo let out a big sigh. He was not looking forward to this meeting. He wasn't looking forward to meeting you. He didn't want a wife. Yet, he wanted to know what you looked like. He was a little intrigued. He was about to spend the rest of his life with you.

Pulling up to the private road that led to the Nekoma mansion he parked the car next to a big SUV and got out. Walking towards the stairway that led him inside, he opened the door and walked in, announcing his arrival. He could hear chatter and he followed the sound of the voices, leading him into the dining room. Walking in he is met with his grandfather, a tall muscular man with a buzzcut, a short but also muscular man. The shortest had black hair, ruffled upwards. A tiny tuft of his hair falls over his forehead and is bleached dirty blond. Both men looked dangerous and he knew they were your bodyguards.

His eyes then travel to find yours and his breath hitches. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. From where he stood, he could tell you were perfection. From your wavy, (y/h/c) hair, flawless skin, and deep (y/e/c) eyes, to your perfect hourglass figure. The knee-length black dress hugged each and every one of your curves. But your ass – fuck. It was like your lips were demanded to be kissed, and Kuroo's cock demanded to have his way with you right then and there.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you, I'm Kuroo Tetsurou,” Kuroo's eyes never leaving you. As if it only were the two of you there.

“Pleasure's all mine. You're taller than I expected.” You laugh. “I'm (y/n) (y/l/n).”

“6'2 to be exact, but who's counting.”

“Tanaka. Nishinoya. Could you leave us alone so we can go over the contract?”

“Ojii-chan?”

“Gentlemen, if you would follow me,” Nekomata speaks and Kuroo watches as the men exit the dining room, watching their backs disappear. Turning his head, he sees that you are watching him. His eyes are cold, his hazel orbs looking into yours. His facial expression is narrow, you can't read this man at all. You just stand there, watch this beautiful man in front of you and wonder what type of person he is. Is he brutal as the words are said about him back in the Miyagi prefecture?

Kuroo turns around and walks to the bar and pours himself a drink. Without turning to look at you he asks, “Would you like a drink?”

“No, thank you.” You answer him back, moving your legs to the windows. Watching and taking in the scenery. Soon this would be your new home, and behind you stood your future husband. Your fiancée, who you didn't know anything about and that was scary for you. It was one thing dealing with weapons and drugs, those were materials that you could handle and knew HOW to handle. This, Kuroo Tetsurou, was different. He had a brain, heart and soul for himself.

“How much are you involved in the business?” Kuroo speaks, turning around you see that he has taken a seat by the bar. Scanning him up and down, the black three-piece Giorgio Armani suit sits tightly around his thick thighs, arms and shoulders. The white button-down shirt is tight against his chest and abdomen, and the dark red tie is completing the look, making him look edible. He is leaning back in his seat; his elbows are bracing his weight as he slowly sips his liquor and watches you as he does it. Your panties are suddenly very, very damp but you would not let him see you this effected by just his looks. Composing yourself you answer his question.

“I oversee the weapons and drugs that come in and out of all of Miyagi. I am also in charge of selling the weapons to potential businesses, but also to send out threats and deal with any problem that may occur. It's also I who holds the annual gala and fundraising events that occur here in Tokyo for my grandfather’s business.”

“Wow. Impressive. For a woman.”

“Excuse me?”

“But you don't go out and handle clients?” Kuroo ignores your little outburst and questions you further.

“Oh. I do that too, Kuroo.”

“Interesting,” his glass is empty, and he sets it down on the bar, stands up and walks over to you. Even with your 5” heels he's still towering over your small frame. “Shall we sign the papers?”

“Have you read through the contract?”

“I've read it so many times I've memorized it now. Just sign the contract.”

“I've made some changes. You should re-read it.” Walking towards the table where the paper was lying, he picked it up and scanned the two lines that had been changed.

“You're kidding,” he snickered. “You're asking to basically babysit how I run my business?”

“Ah-ah. We are not married yet. It will be ours or there's no deal, so Kuroo Tetsurou, sign the paper and rule over both the Karasuno and Nekoma or leave it and there's no deal.” Stunned. His facial expression turns to pure hatred. To think that you were a witch. He was angered, his cock was hard, and he wanted to fuck some sense into you on the dining table.

Picking up the pen, he signed his signature next to yours. Kuroo agreed because of the honor he has for his family and wanted to please his grandfather. Yes, he would have liked you to be a wife that stayed at home, who cooked and cleaned. A wife he could fuck whenever he felt like it. But the mere thought of having you with him. Killing people together and seeing a ruthless side of you made his cock twitch in excitement.

“If you for a second think I'm gonna listen to you. You're wrong. You think you got power, but so do I so all I'm gonna say is game on, Kuroo Tetsurou.”

In mere seconds Kuroo had grabbed you, pushing you against the nearest wall. One hand bracing both of your wrists above your head and his other holding you by the throat – hard enough so you would not escape, but not hard enough so he's choking you.

“First, your joke?” he spoke, panting in your face like some lion who's about to jump his prey. “Not funny.”

“Second,” slowly lifting his hand around your throat so he's holding your cheeks now. His thumb brushed over your lips. “The very moment that ink touched that fucking paper, you were mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to fucking command, and mine to put in your fucking place.”

“And third,” he crashes his lips to yours brutally. Your body loving the sensation, but your brain screaming for you to stop him. He pulls away and continues talking. “You're gonna stop this macho behavior, sit at my side and you stay beautiful, like a lady.”

He crashes his lips against your again – sealing this deal with a kiss. Again, he pulls away and you stared at him wide-eyed. “Are you finished?”

“Not quite. I don't think I'll ever be finished with you, (y/n).” Pulling your head back and smashing it against his so he tumbles back, you gently massage your wrists at the friction, also hating the feeling of missing his body against yours.

“Touch me again and kiss me again without my permission and I'll put a bullet between your eyes when you sleep, got it?”

“Don't boss me around and throw some empty threats at me, kitten. I'll be the one who rules when we're married. You'll obey me and listen to me, got it?”

He leaves the room, slamming the door after him as he leaves. Seconds later Tanaka and Nishinoya rushes in. “What happened?”

“Nothing. I'm fine.” If Kuroo, for one second thought he had won, he was wrong. You were just getting started.

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A week later you had moved your things from Miyagi all the way to Tokyo, your new home. And of course, you'd moved in into the Nekoma mansion. You had gotten your own room, which you were thankful for.

When you arrived at the mansion after all the moving staff had fixed everything around for you, you didn't expect Kuroo to be waiting for you, in your room and asking how your trip went.

“Good. I thought you only cared about your company?” Closing the door and crossing your arms over your chest you watched as he stood straight, walking with confident towards you.

“I'm not that much of an asshole.”

“You kind of are though.”

“Watch it, or I might lock you up in the basement.” The man was in front of you now, his tall frame confident and a smirk on his face. You wanted to punch it away.

“Is that how you cats treat your woman?”

“No. It's how I treat my woman when she doesn't listen to me.” This sent shivers down your spine and left your panties damp. This ruthless behavior that he had was getting dangerous. It was making your head spin, almost like you were losing consciousness.

“What makes you think I won't be able to get out?”

“Oh, I know you'll be able to get out, kitten. I just don't think you'd appreciate the outcome of it.”

“What do you know? Maybe I like getting spanked and tortured in your chambers,” just as those words left your lips his face is in front of yours.

“Is that something you want to happen?” You looked into his hazel eyes and gulped. “Because I can make it happen kitten. Just say the word.”

“Brush that smirk off of your face before I punch you in the face,” you pull him away, but the man barely moves. Just as he's about to say something there's a knock on the door. The door opens and a tall man with light grey hair walks in.

“Excuse me boss, but they're waiting for you in the basement.”

“Thanks Lev, I'll be right there.”

“Wait, what's going on?” You watched as the man, Lev, leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

“Nothing for you to worry about, kitten. I'll see you tonight,” he leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek as he straightens up, turns around and heads to the door.

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, tonight. Dinner. You and me. 6PM. Don't be late.” He opens and exits the door, without uttering another word. Leaving you standing in the middle of your room, staring at the door and wondering what just happened. You were irritated, but also hot and bothered. How was tonight gonna end?

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Walking down the stone staircase that would lead you to the patio where Kuroo was waiting for you in high heels was a challenge, but you were no woman that takes them off. You accepted every challenge that came your way.

You decided to wear a off-shoulder floor length black dress with a side slit. Your hair pulled into a tight ponytail and some nude smokey eye makeup, making you look like the boss that you were.

When you reached the patio, Kuroo was sitting by the far end of the table and waiting. His eyes locked on the phone as he kept typing something. The sound of a chair being pulled back made him look up and lock eyes with you. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of you.

A young girl, probably working for Kuroo had pulled out the chair for you. You took him in as you sat yourself down. Dress shoes (probably), black pants, a black button-down shirt, the first button undone and a suit jacket. If you thought you were hot and bothered before, your panties said a completely different story now as they were drenched.

“You look beautiful, kitten.”

“Thanks. You look rather dashing yourself, Kuroo.” He smirked at you and lifted two fingers, signaling for the girl to leave you two alone. Once she leaves, Kuroo takes a sip from his glass, his eyes gazing into yours.

“So, Kuroo. Are you gonna tell me where you went earlier?”

“It's nothing for you to worry about. I handled it.”

“It doesn't matter. If we're gonna get married and rule this 'empire' together you need to meet me halfway.”

“I don't have to do a thing. I tell you what I want to tell you and if I want to tell you.” Standing up, he walks towards the other end of the table where you're sat and stops at your side, slowly lowering his head so his lips are brushing against your ear. “And one of these days, you won't be able to say no to me. I'll fuck you so hard that you want me to stop.”

Gulping, squeezing your thighs together and the way his voice and words were making your body shiver of excitement, but also wanting to punch him for thinking he had some kind of mastership of you. Taking a deep breath, you collected yourself to answer him.

“I want in on this too. If someone is messing up with my business, or my stuff I want that sucker to feel pain because no one fucks with me; not even you. So, you're gonna start treating my like your wife and business partner or I'll find that marriage agreement and rip it apart.”

“And what would happen if I don't agree with you?” His breath hits your neck as you can feel his breathing beside you. His lips come down on your neck and you close your eyes for a brief second, loving the sensation, but opening them fast as you can't let him have his way. Not yet anyway. You need to stand your ground and show him that you're just as stubborn as he is.

“If you don't agree. I'll break off this fucking arrangement and then burn you to the ground.” Turning your head to look at him, you see him smile at you. His face mere inches from yours.

“One of Nohebi's men were caught trying to steal some of my cocaine and Lev, the man you saw earlier, caught him and tied him up in the basement. I beat him to the pulp, cut off two of his fingers and then sent him to his boss, with a sweet message.”

“And I couldn't be there because?”

“Because this was my shit to handle and I had something else I wanted to do before I did that.”

“Which was?”

“Gimmie your hand,” reaching out your left hand for him, he pulls on a big fat juicy diamond engagement on your ring finger.

“Buying that. I'm not liking this with letting you in on my business, 'kay? This is all new to me, but I will slowly let you in. Not entirely, but eventually everything that's mine... will be yours. Ours.”

“Kuroo, I-”

“But listen to me carefully. Now that you have that ring it means that you are mine. All mine. You will listen to me and do as I say. When I want to fuck you, you will let me. If you do as I say, I will reward you and... I will also give you what you want. In return.”

He pulls away from you and you watch as he turns around and walks back to his seat.

“Now, (y/n). Are you hungry? 'Cause I am starving.”

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“I'm going to New York tomorrow to do some business with a friend of mine. I'll be back on Friday.”

“I can't come with you?”

“No. Not this time.”

Sighing at him you nod your head. You accept; for now. “Okay.”

You feel him push your back against the door to your room, both of your hands behind your back, him holding them in place as his lips are just inches from yours. “Good girl. Finally, you listen to me. Why you gotta be so disobedient?”

“'Cause life would be boring for you if I wasn't,” you manage to squeeze those words, just in time for his lips to crash against yours. Your head tilted back as you welcome his tongue into your mouth. Tasting both the liquor and food from him. His body comes closer and you can feel his rock-hard cock press against your lower abdomen.

“I am the only one who gets to touch you and make you come, you got that?” You just nodded your head.

Good. Now you should get some sleep. I'll see you when I get back.” And just like that, he leaves you, leaving one last kiss on your lips. Not wanting to seem totally desperate for him, you open the door to your room, walk in and close it, leaning your back against it. Feeling your own arousal, you decide to do something about it. Walking towards your bedside table, you open your drawer and pull out your purple dildo and climb onto the bed.

If you can't have Kuroo's cock now, at least you could imagine it was him fucking you instead of that dildo of yours.

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The next morning you get woken up by the birds chirping outside your bedroom window. The sun shines through the curtains and hits you in the face, making you scrunch your face in disgust; you were not a morning person.

Stretching yourself on the big king-size bed you hear some strange sound and look to your left, seeing a white-yellowish envelope. Sitting up, you reach for it and open it, pulling out a paper, a handwritten note and start reading.

Good morning kitten, the fact that you touched yourself yesterday without my permission has my blood boiling. I told you that only I am allowed to touch you and make you come.

So, for being so disobedient, I've taken all of your toys and burned them all up. No need for you to have them when you have me, right?

Be a good girl and listen to your fiancé, if you want to come just call me and I'll fix it for you.

If I find out that you've been touching yourself without my permission again, I'll punish you when I get back. I've got eyes and ears everywhere.

I'll see you on Friday, kitten.

That fucking bastard.

You scrunched the piece of paper and threw it on the ground. Throwing yourself off the bed and pulling on your nightgown you are just about to head to the nearest staff member when your phone rings, knowing full well who it was.

“What do you want?” You answer angrily.

“I take it you've read my letter?”

“Oh, I've read it and I'm just about to burn it.”

“Ouch, kitten. My first love letter for you and you're already breaking my heart,” you could hear his smirking on the line and wanted to punch his pretty face.

“If this is breaking your heart, then you're easily pleased.”

“Oh, kitten. I am no-where pleased. I'll be pleased when I got you on my bed and my cock deep inside that cunt of yours,” you shivered at his words and could feel a tingling sensation in your lower abdomen, knowing full well what he was doing to you. He was gonna be gone for 5 days, meaning he had 5 days to tease you and if he continued like this then these 5 days were gonna be hell, especially if you could not touch yourself.

“You'll have to wait a long while for that to happen, Tetsurou.”

“The way you say my name kitten, next time you'll be screaming it,” a little laugh escapes his lips. “I need to go, just arrived at the jet. Don't miss me too much, when I get back, I'll have my way with you.”

He hangs up and you throw yourself on the bed. If you thought you could deny him much longer, you were dead wrong. You wanted him yesterday. You wanted him today; you wanted him now.

A knock on the door woke you up from your Kuroo thoughts. “Come in.”

The door opened and in walked one of your closest friends.

“Oh my god Daichi,” you jumped out of bed and into his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Is that how you greet everyone? Just kidding. The old man sent me here to keep an eye on you.”

“Keep an eye on me? Why?”

“To make sure that the wedding happens. We all know how you've treated your other boyfriends.”

“I'm not gonna kill this one, okay?”

“I believe it when I see it,” Daichi laughs and you pout at him. “How's he? Kuroo?”

“Ugh, he's a sexist. A possessive and dominant bastard that looks down on woman.”

“But? I feel like a but is coming.”

“BUT... he's a sexy motherfucker that is teasing me and giving me all of these sexual desires that I haven't felt before and I've never wanted to fuck and kill someone as fast and hard as with him.”

“Seems like you've got it under control then?”

“Yeah. He's on his way to New York and will be back on Friday.”

“And when he gets back? What are you gonna do?”

“Nothing. Or maybe. No, I don't know. These emotions and feelings that are erupting from me is something new. I want him, all the love and hate. But I'm also scared because opening up to someone is dangerous in our business.”

“Oh, I know darling, but he's in this business as well and he's worse than you. I've met Kuroo before with the old man and when he loved and cares for something, he puts all of his heart into it. So, if something were to happen to you, he'd be sure to put a bullet on that bastard.”

“He thinks I'm his property, like I'm not a human being.”

“(y/n), we're the mafia and we protect our own and soon you'll be each other’s. He's gonna be your husband soon. Accept it.”

“What am I gonna do then? When he gets back?”

“You'll have to wait and see.”

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It had gone two days since you last saw and spoke to Kuroo. You thought of him all the time. You even started to wear a elastic band around your wrist and snapped it every time you thought of him, but you had started to turn red because you were basically snapping your wrist all the time so you gave that up pretty quickly.

Now, you stood in front of your ensuite, brushing your hair and getting ready for bed. It was 1 am in Tokyo. 12 pm in New York. You didn't want to call him. Calling him meant that you thought about him, which you did but, it was different.

The sound of your phone vibrating against the marble counter made you jump as your thoughts had wandered to him once again.

“Hello?”

“Kitten. Why aren't you sleeping?”

“I was just getting ready for bed, but a very disturbing person called me, and I wanted to see what he wanted.”

“Sounds like an interesting man to me.”

“I'm sure he does... what do you want?”

“There should be a package coming for you about... now.” A knock on your bedroom door could be heard and you walked out of the ensuite and opened the door. There on the ground was a white package with a black ribbon around it.

“What's this?”

“Open it.”

“I will. But what is it?”

“Open it. You'll see, kitten.” Rolling your eyes, you closed the door behind you and placed Kuroo on speaker and threw the phone on your bed, the white package beside him. Pulling on the black string, the ribbon came undone and you lifted the lid and gasped.

“Kuroo... this is...”

“Put them on.”

“What? No!”

“Do. It.”

“Kuroo...”

“(y/n)... do as I say.”

You sighed and finally gave in. You pulled your panties down your legs and then put on the new ones. Kuroo had someone deliver a pair of vibrating panties. “Now what?”

“Now. Lay down on the bed. Put me on speaker and then place the phone beside.” You climbed onto the bed and did as he said.

“Done.”

“Good. Now kitten, tell me about your day.”

“My day? I went with Tanaka, Nishinoya and Dai- OH GOD!” Suddenly the panties started to vibrate.

“Hm? What was that?” The vibrating stopped and you gasped. That little fucker.

“I said. I went with Tanaka, Nishinoya and Daichi to the mall and bought some-fuck, Jesus, shit... s-some dresses.” The vibrating started again. The sensation hitting your clit perfectly, making your hips buck at the feeling. But also, wishing it was his fingers instead of some material rubbing against your sensitive bud.

“Some dresses huh? What kind of dresses?”

“Pretty ones.” You answered bluntly. You didn't want to talk. You just wanted to feel. And come.

“Kitten...” Kuroo's voice sounded dark and the vibrations stopped once again. You instantly missed the feeling. “Behave.”

“They're all different. Long, mid-thigh, short and so on. You'll see them when you get back.”

“Oh, will I?” Kuroo started the vibrations again, but this time he had increased the speed, making you moan out.

“Fuck.”

“Does it feel good, kitten. Do you want more?”

“Fuck, yes,” you answered him with a moan. Your hands fisting the duvet cover, eyes closed, mouth open and your head thrown back. Your back slightly bent and your knees pulled up. You weren't near close but as for having been horny for at least a week now, you just wanted to come. The release you got on the night before he decided to burn all your sex toys hadn't satisfied you enough.

“What do you want, kitten? Tell me.”

“Fuck, I want you. I want your cock.”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yes, really. You dumb fuck. Oh god, Kuroo.” He increased the speed once more and now you felt how your lower abdomen was tightening. “So close.”

“Good kitten. Now you've made me a very happy man. You wanna come?”

“Fuck, yes. Let me fucking come already.” The pressure started to keep getting stronger and stronger.

“I don't think so, kitten.” He turns it off. The pressure in your lower abdomen slowly started to fade but you still wanted to come. You didn't give a fuck anymore.

“What the fuck, Kuroo?”

“I'm the one who decides when and how you come. Don't forget that.”

“I'm not taking orders from you. Stupid sexist of a man. If you're not gonna finish it for me, I'll do it myself.”

“(y/n). Don't. You. Dare.”

“Or what? Are you gonna punish me? When? You're not here. I'll finish myself off without you.” Grabbing your phone, you clicked him. Putting an end to the call.

He had the audacity to boss you around, to think he could decide for you. No. You weren't going to listen to him. You pulled off the panties he gave you and stomped to the bathroom and threw them in the trash-can.

Stomping back to the bed, you pulled away the duvet cover and climbed into bed. Looking at your phone you saw a text message from him, and a picture.

Opening the message, you bit your lower lip, seeing what he sent you.

On the picture was Kuroo. He was stood in front of a mirror in just his briefs. Grabbing his cock through the briefs, seeing as it was hard underneath the material. Just from the picture you could tell that he was big, and that made your mouth water.

Underneath the picture was his message.

I'm so hard for you kitten.

I'M WET FOR YOU. You wanted to reply but didn't. You were still pissed off and you wouldn't let him get away easily. You had a plan how to get back at him. Alas, he was gonna kill you for it.

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

It was finally Friday. You had put on one of the new dressed that you'd bought. It was a short golden cocktail dress with a bare back. Your hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. A pair of high heels and a makeup look that suited the outfit made you look fuckable.

You had asked Kiyoko and Hitoka to go clubbing with you, which they didn't say no to.

Also, you knew Kuroo would be home late and when he would find out you were out clubbing and other men being able to see you looking like that, he was going to murder either you, the men, or both.

Besides having the two girls with you, you also had Daichi and Tanaka at your side as bodyguards. One thing your grandfather always told you was to always bring them with you whenever you could. Walking up to the club, the bouncers didn't ask for your name, they just moved aside and let you and your company inside. You could feel the ground shaking from the loud music that was blasting from the speakers. It was crowded, as expected for a Friday night. "Be careful boss," Tanaka spoke to you and you smiled at him.

"I will. I'll kill anyone who tries to lay a hand on me." "We know. But be careful," Daichi spoke next. "(Y/n)? Let's go dance," Kiyoko said and interrupted the conversation between the three of you, grabbed yours and Hitoka's hand and pulled the both of you into the dancefloor. The three of you stood in the middle of the dancefloor and moved your bodies to the music. After about 20 minutes it was time for some drinking. Hitoka went to look for an empty table while Kiyoko went to fetch some drinks. Just as you were about to join Hitoka you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you see a tall man, well-built and quite good looking. But he wasn't Kuroo. "Hi, I promised myself that if you were ever to be alone, I'd come and say hello cause you might be one of the prettiest woman I've ever laid eyes on." "Thank you, that's very... sweet. Of. You." Your voice trailed off as behind the man you could see a face you hadn't seen in a while and that face was staring at yours. Kuroo stood by the exit door, both arms by his side and both of his fists clammed together tight. He was angry. He was fuming. He was seeing red. And, to make matters ever worse. You grabbed the stranger by his neck, pulled him down so you could say into his ear "let's dance". Grabbing the strangers hand you pull him farther into the dancefloor, farther away from Kuroo and on queue the song "Love Sex Magic" by Ciara and Justin Timberlake starts playing and you decide to start dancing sexually with the man. Your ass is rubbing teasingly at the stranger’s crotch as his hands are placed on your hips. But they leave you soon and you know why, because soon the stranger is being pulled away from you and you're being dragged across the dancefloor and to the exit. The cold air hits your body as Kuroo is still dragging you until you reach his car. He opens the passenger seats door. "Get in." "I think not. I'm here with my friends and I wanna party, so thanks but no thanks." "(Y/n). Get. In. The. Fucking. Car. NOW!" You decide to listen because; a) he's really pissed and b) your plan had worked out wonderfully. Taking a seat, you buckle up as Kuroo slams the door shut and walks around to sit in the driver’s seat. Kuroo quickly starts the car and speeds away. He drives in silence. The both of you are keeping your mouths shut and it's for the better. "Kuroo, I-" "Shut up. Keep quiet. Don't fucking talk to me right now," he interrupts you. His knuckles turning white from the hard grip he's having on the steering wheel.

You sat quiet in your seat, looking out as you passed the city. The city lights shining on the road. But it was when Kuroo drove into a underground garage that had you stiff in your seat. Where was he taking you? He parked the car and got out quickly. He walked around to your side and opened the car door for you. "Out." You placed both of your feet on the ground and got up, doing it seductively, almost flashing your panties to him. Once you were stable enough on the ground, he grabbed you hand, hard, and pulled you away with him. He was walking fast, a little too fast for your liking. "Kuroo, slow down I can't walk that fast in these heels." "Oh, I'm sorry," you feel yourself being pushed against the cement wall of the garage, his hand around your throat. "Maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to dress up as a whore and go acting like one in one of my clubs." Even though you should be scared, you're not. You're wet by this action of his. The grip around your throat isn't hard, just firm. Like he's holding you in place. You're breathing heavily, your chest moving up and down. Your hard nipples are pressing against the fabric of your dress. "Your club?" Are the words that escape your lips. "Yes. My club. Do you know the frustration I got when I land and get a phone call from my staff there telling me that my fiancée just walked in wearing nothing but a garment around her," his free hand travel from inside your thighs to your core where you want him to touch you. "Would've you have liked anyone else touching you here, is that it?" His fingers teasing you outside of your panties. "Did you want that man touching you, is that it kitten? Or were you thinking that his hands were mine?" Now his fingers flick slightly at your sensitive bud outside of your panties. "N-No," you moan out. "No?" He withdraws from you and starts walking towards the entrance of the building, his hand in yours. You reach a small elevator, inside there's a keypad, he presses some numbers and the doors starts closing. There's tension in the air that could be cut with a knife. You release his hand and cross your arms over your chest and keep looking at him, taking him in. The suit he's wearing looks so good on him. Your eyes travel down to his crotch. You can see the outline of his hard cock.

"Are you just gonna stand there and watch?" The elevator starts to move up, the numbers getting higher in the small screen both above the doors and on the keypads. You still haven't answered him. You still keep looking at his crotch seductively. Kuroo starts moving towards you. You stand still and watch his feet get closer until they're in front of you. "Do you wanna touch it?" You slowly move your head upwards and look into his eyes. They're very intense and hard. Dark even. If looks could kill... Placing your hands on his hips you move them upwards to his chest, feeling his warm and hard muscles underneath, still not breaking eye contact. You slowly back away, being free from him for a second before he pulls you towards him; chest against chest. "Kitten... when your entire life is based on taking everything by force, it's hard to react in a different way. Especially if someone is taking away a pleasure you really desire..." His breath hits you in the face. "Don't provoke me." "Or what?" He presses you hard against the elevator mirror. Both of your hands above your head, his hand holding them in place while his other hand is grabbing your ass cheek. His tongue is invading yours and you welcome it, letting his tongue dance with yours. Tasting whiskey and mint from him. Suddenly the elevator car stops and the pulls away and sets you free, but only to grab your hand and pull you inside an apartment and slam you onto the wall beside the elevator. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to feel your legs for days." "K-Kuroo," you moan out as he starts kissing your throat. "When I fuck you, I want you to call me by my name." His words send shivers down your spine, making your nipples perk harder than before. Kuroo's hands grabs the hem of your dress and rips it apart and throws it behind him, the golden garment landing on the floor. "Kuroo, what the actual fuck?" "I'll buy you a new one," his lips travel to your naked breasts and he starts sucking on your right nipple, making you moan out and throw your head back against the wall. Suddenly he has you in the air and you wrap your legs around his waist, his arms holding you in place and his mouth back on yours as he walks you towards the living room and then into a kitchen. One of his arms lets you go and he throws something, or some things off the kitchen island, the sound of glass breaking on the floor. "I'll have someone clean that up later," he places you on the island and pushes your chest down so you're lying with your back against it. His arms grab your hips and pulls them towards him, your ass being on the edge of the island. "Now... What should we do with you?" He asks with a smirk on his face, his gaze being planted on your pelvis and going down. His fingers trace the edge of your panties, teasing you. Suddenly there's a a sharp dig in your hips and the sound of your panties being torn apart. "You won't be needing them anyway," his lips starts kissing around your areola. "Stop teasing me and just fuck me already," you moan out. Grabbing a hold of his messy hair in your hands. "You don't deserve being fucked just yet," he answers and grabs your thighs and starts kissing down your abdomen and to your core.

His tongue flick at your sensitive bud, making you jump from the friction; both good and bad. Usually, you didn't let men go down on you, you saw it as a type of weakness. A weakness you didn't want and liked showing. But now, here you were spread out naked on a kitchen island while Kuroo sucked on your clit making you shiver, moan and pull on his hair and wanting more. More than you've ever wanted before in your life. Losing control, a control you wanted back but also didn't. "F-Fuck. Kuroo. I- Stop. Shit," you sounded like a confused mess. A mess that Kuroo loved, but he wanted you messier. "Stop? Why? Because you can't control your own body? Oh, kitten... you lost control over your body the minute you became mine." Kuroo's tongue licks up and down your slit, spreading your juices all over. Tasting every bit of you. He then pulls back, and his thumb start to do slow circular motions on your clit. "What do you want, kitten?" "More. I want more." "More of what?" "More of you." "And who am I, kitten? Tell me," his thumb presses a little harder on your clit. Your back arching as the sudden pressure developing in your lower abdomen. "Fuuuuck. I-. Dammit Kuroo." "Not the answer I'm looking for," he stops paying attention to your clit. He stops paying attention to you at all. He just looks at you, waiting for his answer. "Do you always get what you want?" "Isn't it obvious that I do? Now answer my question. Who am I?" "Well. You're a lot of things. An asshole. A sadist. A sexist. A killer. A murderer. A drug lord. A possessive fucked up douche of a man." He then stands up straight and pulls off his suit jacket and throws it on the ground nearby. Then, his fingers start slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt, your eyes gazing at his fingers as they move down and suddenly, he's half naked as he discards his shirt as well. "Get off the island. Turn around and bend over. Spread your legs. NOW!" You take your time getting down, doing it so seductively as you can. His eyes watch your tits jump when you land on the floor and then quickly travel to your ass when you're bent over. "And now what? You gonna spank me?" You let out a small laugh but silence yourself when you hear him unbuckle his belt and remove it from his belt loops. "Spanking to put it mildly. Now, how many times have you disobeyed me?" "Disobeyed? Who do you think-" the harsh pain of his belt hitting your ass cheek has you both stiff and wanting more. "That's one. I think you at least deserve 5 more, kitten." His belt hits you again. And again. And again, until he's hit you 6 times in total. Your ass cheeks red from the friction of the belt hitting you. Your pussy leaking put juices from being so wet from the action. "Hands behind your back," he commands, and you obey, putting your hands behind your back. Kuroo takes the belt and tightens them around your wrists. Once he's done, he takes a step back to admire you from a distance, taking you in. Completely naked, only in those high heels that he wants you to wear while he fucks you. To stab into his lower back while his cock sinks into your folds. "Fucking perfect," he states and gets behind you again and pushes one finger inside your cunt. Your walls clamping around his finger. Wanting more. Needing more. "Fuck. Kuroo. Please." 

”Please what kitten?”

“Please, fuck me. Just fuck me already.” He adds yet another finger inside your cunt and starts pumping them in and out of you.

“Say my name, kitten. Say it.”

“Kuroo.” A slap on your ass cheek and you let out a loud moan from both his fingers giving you pleasure but also from the slap from his hand.

“Say. My. Name.”

“Fuck. Tetsurou. Fuck me Tetsu-Oh my god!” Another slap and his fingers disappear only to be replaced by his cock filling you up all the way.

“Fuck you’re so tight. I can feel you pulsing around me (y/n).” You try pulling your arms but are stopped by the belt holding them together.

“Kur- Tetsurou. Release me. Fuck you’re huge.”

“No and thank you.” He starts slowly thrusting in and out of you. The head of his cock hitting your g-spot softly, building up a pressure inside of you.

“T-Tetsurou. Shit, your cock. Oh.”

“I love it when you say my name. Say it again.”

“Tetsurou.” You moan out. One of his hands grab your ponytail and the other is placed on the middle of your back, pushing you down on the island. His grip on your ponytail tightens and he pulls on it, your head being pulled up slightly. He then starts to quicken his thrusts.

“Fuck kitten, just like that.” Kuroo’s gaze is locked on where the two of you are connected. Seeing his cock disappearing inside of you, going in and out. His cock being covered in your juices. A squelching sound being made from the friction.

“Tetsu. I’m close. Fuck I’m so close.”

“Yes (y/n). Come for me. Come all over my cock.” This does it for you. After almost a whole week of him teasing you, all the moments of sexual tension and him neglecting to make you come this is one of the biggest orgasms you’ve ever had.

“TETSUROU!” You scream. Your mouth wide open, eyes closed and tears falling from your eyes. The pleasure consumes you and you feel your legs wobble and just as you’re about to fall his arms are being wrapped around you, holding you up. Your breathing is heavy and trying to control it, as you move a little you feel him twitch inside of you.

“I’m not finished with you yet, kitten.” You gulp and release a moan as he removes himself from you. His hands go to unbuckle the belt and once you are free you rub your wrists together and slowly turn around to watch the devil in front of you. He is naked and your eyes falls on his hard member between his legs. Your tongue peeks out from your mouth and wets your lips, licking them seductively.

“C’mere,” he speaks, and you obey, walking so you are stood in front of him. Your heels clicking against the hardwood floor. His slightly bends down and picks you up, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist and your arms around his neck. Your lips connect and he walks the both of you towards his bedroom. He places you on his bed and you lie down.

“You’re fucking beautiful (y/n),” he compliments you and you slightly blush. How could this man’s words affect you this much?

His hands grab your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs in the air. He bends down and his head is between your legs. He spreads them wide open and starts devouring your opening. Your hands go and grab a hold of his black hair and watch as his mouth is covering your most private part, his eyes watching you.

“Tetsurou. Please give me your cock. I need more.” At first you think he doesn’t hear you over your moans but soon he pulls back and to your surprise he looks at your cunt and spits on it.

“You taste fucking delicious,” he doesn’t give it a second chance as he pushed himself inside of you again. You throw your head back against his bed and moan out loudly. He pulls your legs together and press them against his chest, hugging them as he thrusts hard in you, like some wild animal. The pressure in your lower abdomen coming back like a tsunami.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Tetsu, I’m close again. I’m coming. I’m- I- FUCK,” and you come around his cock for a second time in just mere seconds.

“Fuck (y/n). I’m there.”

“Come inside of me.”

“(Y/N)!!” Kuroo releases his load inside of you. Milking his seed inside of you. His head thrown back, a vein of each side of his neck popping out. His mouth is slightly open as he lets out a couple of grunts from his orgasm.

After a minute or two, after the both of you have collected yourself his eyes search for your as he looks at you. Releasing your legs, he throws himself on top of you, one arm going to your lower back and lifting you up so your head is on a pillow. His head lands beside yours. The only sound in the room being the heavy breathing from the two of you. His breath is hitting you in the neck, making you shiver.

“Are you cold?”

“Oh- Um- No. Not really. Are you?”

“Me? I’m fucking sweaty and hot as hell.” You let out a laugh and can’t help but smile. His cock that is still inside of you twitch and you stop laughing.

“Your laugh is beautiful. Don’t stop.”

“Hm, well I stopped because someone twitched inside of me.”

“Oh, really?” He pulls his head up, his hazel eyes watching your (y/e/c) ones. His hips starts to move slightly.

“Mhm, Tetsu.”

“You want more?”

“Mhm, yes.” He places his forearms on each side of your head, his face being inches from yours. His lips crash against yours, him pushing his tongue inside of your mouth and you happily open and let him consume you again. If sex with Kuroo was like this, you never wanted him to stop and he didn’t.

The two of you fucked like two horny teenagers until the sun rose the next morning. After coming for what felt like the 20th time the both of you were both breathless and tired from all the fucking.

“Tetsurou. I want this to work between the two of us so please include me in everything you do, and I mean everything. I don’t want to kill you because this sex got me hooked now.”

Letting out a sigh he watched the ceiling and answers with a simple I’ll try. And that’s enough for you. He pulls you towards him, your back to his front.

“Let’s sleep. You need to recharge the energy you lost.”

“Why? Are we going somewhere?”

“No. But when we wake up, I’m gonna have my way with you again.” You gulp but smile. Closing your eyes and letting sleep consume you.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo tetsurou smut

[ao3feed-daisuga]

Timeless

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by aislxingcloudinc

After a few months dealing with buisness overseas, Sugawara finally returns to Japan to greet you and your cousin, Daichi, at dinner. However, once dinner ends and Daichi is dropped off at his house, Sugawara invites you to spend some time with him at his condo in downtown Tokyo. Excited and intrigued by his proposal, you decide to agree and go to his condo. After a night of dancing and spending time with the underboss of an elite mafia, you finally kiss him as you are about to leave. However, this may lead to future conflicts as your cousin, Daichi, thinks you two are just friends.

Words: 6499, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, ハイパープロジェクション演劇「ハイキュー!!」| Hyper Projection Play "Haikyuu!!" RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Sawamura Daichi's Family, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Azumane Asahi, Oikawa Tooru, Ukai Ikkei, Shimizu Kiyoko, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yachi Hitoka

Relationships: Sugawara Koushi/Reader, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi & Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi/Reader

Additional Tags: Haikyuu - Freeform, Timeless, Omega Sugawara Koushi, Established Relationship, mafia, Mafia AU, haikyuu au, haikyuu mafia au, Smut, Lemon, reader - Freeform, haikyuu/reader - Freeform, Sex, Shit, I'm running out of ideas, i dont know, Help, Tags, sex scenes, LITERALLY just sex, Angst, Death, Guns, Aged-Up Character(s), Past Relationship(s), Lots of Sex, Im not kidding theres a lot of sex, like too much sex, im scared at the ammount of sex there is, Top Sugawara Koushi, Mentioned Sugawara Koushi, Protective Sugawara Koushi

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #daisuga #hq

[rocorambles]

Tangerine Shrimp

It’s April Fool’s somewhere already, so @sawamooora sweetie, this is for you. 

Pairing: Ikkei x Hinata, Ikkei x Reader (one-sided)

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Geriatric Fucking, Old men fuckery, Lee’s infection, Stupidity, Absolute stupidity, This whole thing is a mess

Your friends told you something was seriously wrong with you, never understanding the way your eyes gleamed whenever Ukai Ikkei spared you even just a single grumpy glance as you helped him with maintaining his training camp. They don’t even bother hiding their disgust as you rave on and on about how more pronounced his wrinkles are getting, how you collected his rapidly falling greying hair and plan on making something out of it, how you can’t get enough of the old person smell that permeates around his frailing figure. 

But they console themselves with the reassurance that this is all just a joke, maybe a phase at worst, and that you’ll be over your fascination with the old man soon enough. 

Except months pass, years pass, and Ikkei is still alive and kicking although much more bald and much less mobile than when he was a young 69 year old, and you are more in love with him than ever before, tirelessly working as his live-in aid. 

You silently pray for any hint or sign that your feelings are returned, that he doesn’t just see you as the clingy but helpful wench he refers to you as when he speaks to his grandson. 

But despite how you painstakingly haul him to the bathroom, guiding his wrinkly sack of bones onto the toilet seat, setting any pride you have aside as you help him wipe and clean up afterwards. Despite how you attentively change his diapers for him, massage hard and calloused feet, and gently wipe a sponge across his naked weakening body. He barely thanks you, just silently acknowledging you before returning to grumpily bark at the kids he still insists on training. 

It’s okay, you convince yourself. The knowledge that there’s no one else warming his bed or sharing his meals soothes you. It’s not a you thing, not personal. He just has a hard time being vulnerable and loving in general. But you can be patient. He’ll eventually at least soften up towards you. And it’s so easy to believe your little fairy tale when it’s just you and him, no one else to distract him, no one else to capture his attention. You almost convince yourself that his gaze is softening when he looks at you, that his tone isn’t as harsh as it used to be. 

Almost. 

When a certain tangerine shrimp decides to pay a visit to the old man, you realize just how naive and foolish you were. 

You know of Hinata Shouyou. It’s hard not to when his name constantly comes up whenever Keishin decides to visit. And you try to hide the scowl that spreads across your face when you see a sparkle in Ikkei’s eyes whenever the brat’s name is mentioned, an excited joyful gaze you’ve never once seen otherwise on that age spot littered face, telling yourself there’s absolutely no reason for you to be upset about some man halfway across the world in Brazil. 

Except he’s not in Brazil anymore, apparently, and it takes all your willpower to muster up some semblance of a smile as the orange haired athlete practically skips over to the both of you, politely bowing to you before yapping away like an enthusiastic chihuahua to the old man in your care. 

You expect Ikkei to snap at him to shut up, hope for at least an annoyed roll of his eyes. But your heart drops when you see the almost...loving gaze in glassy eyes, the affectionate smile on a weathered face as he intently listens to every word, laughing with glee when Hinata proudly shows him his new MSBY Jackals jersey. And all you can do is dumbly nod, trying to hide your swirling emotions as Ikkei swiftly turns to look at you, telling you to help him plan some Osaka trips so he can see the pro athlete in action soon. 

There’s no way...there’s no way it’s anything more than an old man doting on someone akin to his grandson, a teacher fondly looking on a student who's gone on to do great things. 

Then why can't you get rid of that sinking feeling of defeat hanging low and heavy in your gut? 

You shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be violating your employer's privacy like this. But you can't help yourself, needing proof, validation, any scrap you can work with to reassure you that you're just overthinking things. So you go on, creeping through the house in the middle of the night, heart thundering as you near Ikkei's room, shattering to pieces as you hear high pitched whines and moans the closer and closer you get to the slightly propped open door. 

There's still time to go back, pretend you heard nothing, never verify what you know deep in your soul is happening past that wooden wall. But morbid curiosity has you peeking through the doorway crack and you're rooted to the spot, unable to look away as Hinata rides Ikkei's cock, his own shaft swinging with every movement of his powerful thighs as he bounces up and down, moaning like a whore. 

The vertically challenged athlete is doing his best to put on a show for the man underneath him (and begrudgingly you have to admit he’s doing a pretty damn good job). Yet it’s the elderly face underneath him that you can’t tear your eyes from and your hand slips underneath the hem of your panties, pupils blown wide with desire as you watch that age spot littered face you’ve come to adore contorting with pleasure, low raspy grunts and wheezing filling the air in between the slapping of skin against skin. And when the old man finally blows his load, your own orgasm crashes over you, although you can’t bask in the afterglow, not when you’re ready to sprint in and rescue Ikkei as the force of his orgasm almost seems like it might kill his aged body. 

But you breathe in relief when he seems to come back to his senses, at least enough to bring a bony hand to Hinata’s cock and give it a few shaky light smacks, all he can do in his weakened state, yet more than enough for the pro-athlete to spill his seed all over Ikkei’s torso. 

You should leave. You know you should. But you stay frozen in place as Ikkei barks at the younger man to lick him clean, feeling arousal and envy stir inside of you again as Hinata eagerly laps at the sticky essence like an enthusiastic pet, even gently nuzzling the shriveled flaccid cock that had just been inside him in an attempt to work the old useless thing back to life. 

But even with all the patience and enthusiasm in the world, there’s only so much Hinata can do against age and biology and he pouts at the still soft length despite all the attention he’s lavished upon it, only to perk up, eyes sparkling, mouth opening in surprise at Ikkei’s next words. 

“It’s not going up anytime soon, brat. So just this once, I’ll let you fuck me instead. But you better not get used to it.” 

You can’t believe your eyes as Ikkei exhaustedly slumps even further into the soft tempur-pedic mattress, resting his aching body, and with morbid fascination you watch as Hinata carefully spreads the old man’s puckered hole open. One finger becoming two becoming three. But when he brings the tip of his cock to Ikkei’s now fluttering hole, you race away, uncaring of how loudly your pounding footsteps reverberate through the home, frantically shaking your head in denial at seeing how vulnerable and submissive the intimidating man you fantasized so often about could be. 

It feels like ages have passed as you curl up on your bed, knees to your chest as you rock back and forth, quivering lips and tiny tears pricking the corner of your eyes as dismay and unrequited love take their toll on you. To think that of all the people in the world, it would be a tangerine shrimp that would steal your man from you. To think that said tangerine shrimp would be allowed to peg the domineering man you respected so much. 

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and you can feel the rejection fuel you, a determined resolve forming inside of you as you swiftly turn on your phone, searching for orange hair dye, shrimp costumes, and strap on dildos. 

If Ikkei wants a tangerine shrimp to fuck him, that’s what you’ll become, that’s what he’ll get. 

#tw: lee's infection #haikyuu smut #ikkei x reader #ikkei x hinata

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

FANFIC REQUEST

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3sMlYIR

by otaku_elfchild

Want a fanfic of a certain ship/scene/fandom/etc but can’t find one on what you want?

Well here you are! I’m taking request and such, so enter if you please. Inside are rules and regulations about these fanfics so please enjoy!

Words: 301, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Haikyuu!!, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 約束のネバーランド | Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Manga), 約束のネバーランド | Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Anime), Hunter X Hunter, 殺戮の天使 | Satsuriku no Tenshi | Angels of Death (Anime), 殺戮の天使 | Satsuriku no Tenshi | Angels of Death (Manga), Assassination Classroom, Fruits Basket, Fruits Basket - Takaya Natsuki (Manga), Fruits Basket (Anime 2019), Fruits Basket (Anime 2001), ヲタクに恋は難しい | Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii | Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku (Anime), ひとりじめマイヒーロー | Hitorijime My Hero (Anime), Junjou Romantica, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), やがて君になる | Yagate Kimi ni Naru | Bloom Into You (Manga), あっちこっち | Acchi Kocchi (Anime), 神��の悪戯 | Kamigami no Asobi, Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Original Work

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Shinsou Hitoshi, Mineta Minoru, Ashido Mina, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Shouji Mezou, Tokoyami Fumikage, Dark Shadow (My Hero Academia), Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou, Aoyama Yuuga, Monoma Neito, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kendou Itsuka, Tsunotori Pony, Awase Yousetsu, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Iida Tensei | Ingenium, Eri (My Hero Academia), Izumi Kouta, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Sensei | All For One, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Toga Himiko, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, Hadou Nejire, Awata Kaoruko | Bubble Girl, Utsushimi Camie, Yoarashi Inasa, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Rachel "Ray" Gardner, Isaac "Zack" Foster, Emma (The Promised Neverland), Norman (The Promised Neverland), Ray (The Promised Neverland), Gilda (The Promised Neverland), Don (The Promised Neverland), Phil (The Promised Neverland), Anna (The Promised Neverland), Isabella (The Promised Neverland), Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Leorio Paladiknight, Hinata Shouyou, Hinata Natsu, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Tsukishima Akiteru, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tanaka Saeko, Ennoshita Chikara, Kinoshita Hisashi, Narita Kazuhito, Ukai Keishin, Ukai Ikkei, Takeda Ittetsu, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Haiba Lev, Yaku Morisuke, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Terushima Yuuji, Tendou Satori, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Aone Takanobu, Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko, Kamado Family (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashibira Inosuke, Tomioka Giyuu, Kochou Shinobu, Takatsuki Shinobu, Sabito (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Kibutsuji Muzan, Honda Tohru, Sohma Kyou, Sohma Yuki, Sohma Shigure, Sohma Hatori, Sohma Akito, Sohma Hatsuharu, Sohma Ayame, Sohma Momiji, Sohma Kagura, Sohma Rin, Sohma Kazuma, Sohma Kureno, Sohma Kisa, Sohma Ritsu, Sohma Hiro, Sohma Kana, Uotani Arisa, Hanajima Saki, Hanajima Megumi, Edward "Eddie" Mason, Daniel "Danny" Dickens, Catherine "Cathy" Ward, Abraham Gray (Satsuriku no Tenshi), Akabane Karma, Shiota Nagisa, Korosensei (Assassination Classroom)

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku/Monoma Neito, Midoriya Izuku/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Midoriya Izuku/Shouji Mezou, Midoriya Izuku/Tokoyami Fumikage, Aoyama Yuuga/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Ojiro Mashirao, Midoriya Izuku/Satou Rikidou, Kouda Kouji/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Midoriya Izuku, Hagakure Tooru/Midoriya Izuku, Kendou Itsuka/Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Shindou You, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Everyone, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Yoarashi Inasa, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Asui Tsuyu/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi/Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Uraraka Ochako, Hagakure Tooru/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Asui Tsuyu, Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka, Kendou Itsuka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kendou Itsuka/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kendou Itsuka/Monoma Neito, Kaminari Denki/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kirishima Eijirou/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Dabi/Toga Himiko, Dabi/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Eri/Izumi Kouta, Hinata Shouyou/Everyone, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma, Hinata Shouyou/Tsukishima Kei, Hinata Shouyou/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou/Kuroo Tetsurou, Hinata Shouyou/Nishinoya Yuu, Hinata Shouyou/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou/Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shouyou/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Hinata Shouyou/Iwaizumi Hajime, Haiba Lev/Hinata Shouyou, Hinata Shouyou/Yaku Morisuke, Bokuto Koutarou/Hinata Shouyou, Akashi Seijuurou/Hinata Shouyou, Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shouyou/Miya Osamu, Hinata Shouyou/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou/Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi/Hinata Shouyou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Emma/Ray (The Promised Neverland), Emma/Norman (The Promised Neverland), Emma/Norman/Ray (The Promised Neverland), Norman/Ray (The Promised Neverland), Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, Kamado Tanjirou/Tomioka Giyuu, Agatsuma Zenitsu/Kamado Tanjirou, Hashibira Inosuke/Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Tanjirou/Rengoku Kyoujurou, Akabane Karma/Shiota Nagisa, Honda Tohru/Sohma Kyou, Honda Tohru/Sohma Yuki, Honda Tohru/Sohma Kyou/Sohma Yuki, Honda Tohru/Sohma Hatsuharu, Sohma Kureno/Uotani Arisa, Hanajima Saki/Uotani Arisa, Momose Narumi/Nifuji Hirotaka, Koyanagi Hanako/Momose Narumi, Kabakura Tarou/Koyanagi Hanako, Kabakura Tarou/Nifuji Hirotaka, Balder Hringhorni/Kusanagi Yui, Kusanagi Yui/Totsuka Takeru, Hades Aidoneus/Kusanagi Yui, Apollon Agana Belea/Kusanagi Yui, Kusanagi Yui/Loki Laevatein, Thoth Caduceus/Kusanagi Yui, Kusanagi Yui/Totsuka Tsukito, Kusanagi Yui/Dionysus Thyrsos, Isaac "Zack" Foster/Rachel "Ray" Gardner

Additional Tags: request, Angst, Fluff, Smut

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part one | part two

Daichi x Fem! Reader

Ft. Ikkei, Takeda, and Keishin x reader

T/w: yandere, dubcon/noncon elements, noncon pictures, dubcon drugging, somno (touching, grinding, tip insertion), consensual cucking, massive age gap, virgins (everywhere.), voyeurism / public acts, tongue and spit stuff, male masturbation, 18-year-old reader and characters, slight breeding kink, male eating cum from reader

W/c: 10.9k

Summary: Wanting to be closer, Daichi convinces you to try out for the position of Karasuno’s manager. He begs his coaches to consider you as an option, even getting them to allow you to attend an official training camp. But, before they can let you onto the team, the coaches have to make sure you’re a ‘good fit’. You don’t even get the chance to show your qualifications before things take an interesting turn on the bus ride there...

A/n: This is my contribution to the HQHQ NSFW Hard At Work Collab. Thank you so much to everyone for allowing me to participate, and for welcoming me into the server! I know I’m late, but at least it’s not over a month this time! Thank you so much to @rocorambles​ and @haikyooot for being my very sexy beta reader’s <3

This story takes place right before nationals Istg, Daichi is 18, the reader is 18, the rest of the men are old and grizzly.

As always, please be wary of the tags! Be safe with your mental state!

Read at your discretion

“Do you think they’ll like me?”

You sound so uncertain, voice wavering and unsteady, eyes shifty and evasive. With the way you gnaw at your lip, Daichi’s not even sure you’ll have anything left by the time you two arrive at the gym.

The dark-haired man just shakes his head. A small smile stretching across his lips as kind brown eyes take in your barely bundled form. Someone who didn’t know you better might think that your body’s trembling from the cold. After all, that would make the most sense.

Logically, there’s no reason for you to be quivering with fear, to be shaking with anxiety. There’s nothing to be scared of. Not with your protector looming dutifully over your shoulder. Not when he’s always watching, never more than a whimper away.

For as long as either of you can remember, Daichi’s been a constant in your life. The two of you coming as a set, rarely ever seen without the other. That’s just how it is, and how it always should be.

There’s a thick blanket of white covering Miyagi. As the two of you walk through the prefecture, the rhythmic crunching of snow is a soothing consolation for braving the cold.

Based on the way things are playing out, with bundles of snow still toppling from the sky, it only looks to be getting worse.

Daichi finds it all too enchanting, walking with you in the early a.m.’s, gentle flakes of ice melting against his cheeks. The sun still has a long time before it’ll rise, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It is almost romantic the way the two of you wander the night, under the artificial light of the city. Under the pretext of friendship. Daichi loves the way your cheeks heat up in your frazzled state, the way your chattering teeth and scrunched up features give away just how cold you actually are.

He thinks it’s beautiful.

Daichi thinks you share a lot of similarities with these frozen flakes of ice. The way it shines under the light, the way it sparkles as it floats to the ground, and the way it matches your eyes — glimmering with a desperate need for attention and validation.

One look at what you’re wearing has a silent tsk rolling off his tongue. You can’t possibly be comfortable, let alone warm in your school uniform, in a skirt that’s just a little too short for Daichi’s liking…

“Daichi, are you even listening?” Irritation leaks from your voice as you grab onto his left arm. “I’m serious you know. I really want to make a good impression!”

His eyes crinkle just slightly at the edges as a deep chuckle slips past his lips. The little whine in your voice, the flail of your arms — even the way your lip juts out, almost begging to be kissed — it has his heart beating a little stronger, a little faster.

“C’mon,” he teases, “don’t be like that. You know that little act doesn’t work on me.”

Both of you know that’s not true. Not when your perfume wafts gently under his nose, and certainly not when you press your body up against your classmate, your warmth seeping into his own.

You don’t affect him. He says it for you, in hopes of teaching you not to be such a fucking brat. But mostly, he says it for himself. Seeing you like this, hanging off his every word, it stirs up something he’s not quite willing to admit. Something deeper, something darker…

It’s not right.

It’s not enough that the two of you spend practically every waking minute together. He wants more, no, he needs it. It’s why, now, even when you sleep, you’re practically inseparable — swapping houses every other night, so you never have to be apart. You’ve been friends for so long that no one pays it any mind, no one bothers to look any deeper. It’s almost scary how not a single person questions the tight grip, the constant contact, or even the possessive gaze that follows your figure. They just accept it for what it is.

It’s just Daichi. That’s just how he acts.

It’s not enough that you wear his initials around your neck, how could it be? The little chain sparkling daintily around your neck, it can’t possibly portray his love. It’s just simply not good enough. Not when you can take it off, not when you can hide it beneath your clothes.

He wants something more… prominent. Something permanent. Something real.

Daichi doesn’t want to hurt you, but he will if he has to. If it will teach people to respect you, to respect his property — then what’s a little pain? What’s a little cut, a little bruise, a little burn, a little tattoo?

It’s not right.

It’s not right and he knows it. But knowledge only means power when you’re willing to change.

If you were to describe Daichi, you’d say he’s constant. He’s tenacious — surging with persistence and fortitude. That’s the reason why you’ll never escape.

You make him feel things so intensely. Things he’s never experienced with anyone else. You’ve always been friends, forcefully thrown together since childhood. But now, as the two of you have grown older, it’s so much more.

Daichi loves you with all his heart, and he knows you love him too…

So why did he see you talking to another classmate. Another male classmate at that? How come he caught you laughing at someone else’s joke, someone who wasn’t himself?

It’s only natural for the two of you to end up together, that’s what everyone says… so why not just speed up the process? No one would mind if he took you away, if he filled you with his cock, if he fucked his cum into your cute little womb.

Whether or not you like it? Well, the thought’s never even crossed his mind. Not when he knows how much you love him. Not when he knows how you would do anything for him.

You say it all the time, almost every night as you drift off to sleep. So why should he question your loyalty. Why should he question your consent? He doesn’t need to when he knows he already has it.

Besides, you can’t leave if you’re carrying his baby. You wouldn’t.

It’s just not you.

And no one knows you better than Daichi. It’s an undeniable truth. No one else can take care of you, not like he can. Not the way you deserve. After all, he’s the only one who’s spent their life dedicated to you — in the ways it really matters. Daichi plans to make that common knowledge, known to everyone who so much as catches a glimpse of your perfect figure — starting with himself.

Daichi knows that realistically, he’ll do whatever it takes, crossing every line, every boundary, every law — if only you’d just give him a sign, a purpose.

But he doesn’t have time to wait around. He doesn’t have time to let you come to him. Not anymore. Not when you’re leaving next year to study in Tokyo. Not when he’s staying here to pursue his career in law enforcement. He won’t be away from you, he can’t.

That’s why he’s forced you into this, convincing you to come with him, through the chill of winter, at this ungodly hour. It’s why he bribed you into attending his training camp, to try out for the position of manager.

When Daichi first broached the topic, you’d laughed directly in his face, almost collapsing with hysterics. You’ve never even played volleyball. You hardly ever do more than just casually watch. To say you’re underqualified is a massive overstatement. But Daichi’s convinced that somehow, you’ll make the perfect manager.

You have to.

A captain needs a manager, and Daichi needs you.

This year, his final year, the Karasuno boys Volleyball team’s finally made the cut. They’ve finally risen from the ashes, once again taking to the skies. It feels so fucking gratifying to rule the court, to ditch the name of “Fallen Crows”.

And whilst he’s completely overjoyed and absolutely ecstatic with the sudden change, it means dedication — a dedication he’s never had to give before. It means hours of rigorous training, endless cram school, and absolute devotion. But most importantly, it means spending less and less time with you. And that’s something he simply cannot tolerate.

Daichi absolutely refuses to let you slip away. He refuses to let you drift off into your own path — to have you discover what’s best for you. There is no I, and there are no individual needs — not when it comes to the two of you. Not when it comes to your relationship. It’s why he’s so insistent on having you becoming his manager, even though nationals are just a few weeks away and his volleyball career is coming to an end.

He tried sticking it out, simply waiting for the season to finish, but you've been acting so different lately. You’ve been acting so coy.

Are you trying to make him jealous? Or are you just being a slut?

Either way, he shakes his head, he can’t spend any more time away from you. He has to have you around, at all times. To watch over you, to keep you safe, to keep you in line, to keep you from growing apart… It’s why he got down on his hands and knees, grovelling at his coaches’ feet, promising them months worth of chores and errands — if only they’d give you a chance.

To Daichi, no sacrifice is too big when it comes to love. Given the right circumstances, he’s more than confident that he would do anything for you — regardless of moral integrity and societal guidelines.

It only makes sense.

It’s only right.

But it’s not right, and it’s not natural. Daichi’s feelings are twisted, uncontrollable, and perverse.

These moments of reflection are the reason why he’s doing this. It’s the reason why he’s shifting away from you, gently tugging his arm from your grasp. It’s why he’s so desperate to hide the not-so-subtle bulge beginning to tent in his pants.

You pout, hands tugging playfully at his sleeve, voice dripping with honey. “What’s wrong?”

Daichi just rolls his eyes, a large breath of frozen air huffing past his lips as he turns his gaze towards you. You raise your eyebrow in question as he shakes his head.

“It’s too early,” he tells you, pausing to formulate a response. You can only guess it goes unsuccessfully based on the words that slip from his mouth. “I can’t think right now. Just act like yourself and it’ll all be fine. They’ll like you.”

“Wow,” you scoff, releasing his sleeve and crossing your arms over your chest. “Thanks for the advice, dad.”

Daichi almost trips at your comment, nearly stumbling face-first into the snowbank.

“D-dad?” His voice is full of shock, eyes wide with surprise. It’s not unwelcome. No, it’s quite the opposite. He just has to check. He just has to be sure.

“Yeah…?” You answer, brows furrowed, and face scrunched with annoyance. “If you’re gonna give me such dad advice, then that’s what I’m going to call you.”

If not for the winter chill, you might laugh at the way his cheeks flush from your insult. For once in his life, Daichi’s grateful for his blandness, for his dry sense of advice. He thinks it’s good that you’re getting used to this, that you’re already calling him dad. It’ll make the transition easier. It won't be long before that name holds weight to it, before he finally earns the title.

With hands stuffed deep into your pockets, you struggle to keep up with your companion. Originally, you’d tried to get him to slow down, to maintain some semblance of discussion. But after a few missed attempts at conversation, you decide to call it quits. It’s obvious to you, by the quick pace and the stern look in his eyes, that Daichi’s way too caught up in his own thoughts to entertain yours.

You suppose it only makes sense. It’s a big day for him — a big week. He’s got more important things to think about than you…

By the time you two arrive at the school, you’re completely out of breath. Daichi likes to make fun of you, nudging playfully at your lack of fitness — but you never claimed to be an athlete. Unlike Daichi, you don’t thrive off beating your body to a pulp.

It’s a little eerie.

Coming here so early, wandering the dark, uninhabited campus. You’ve never seen it like this, and honestly, you hope you’ll never have to again. If Daichi notices your unsteady gait, or the nervous shake of your legs, he doesn’t say a word. And for what it counts, his actions and his confidence help to slightly ease your mind.

A distant crash has you jolting back, a small yelp rushing past your lips as you hide yourself behind the volleyball captain. Instinctively, you clutch the fabric of his jacket in your mitted fists, pressing your body tightly against his. You don’t think much of it, it’s just a reflex. Of course you’d latch on to Daichi, there’s no other option.

But to the stoic captain, it’s so much more than that. Pride wells in the base of his chest knowingly that subconsciously, you look to him for protection.

When you peer around his shoulder, warning Daichi in a frantic frenzy to be careful of the supernatural forces rumoured to hide throughout school grounds, the dark-haired man just chuckles. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he reasons. “It’s likely just a custodian, maybe even that stray cat we saw the other day.”

You squint your eyes in skepticism before huffing away in a feeble attempt to hide your embarrassment. You’re not too convinced by his words, but objectively, you know he’s right… You’d rather die than admit it though.

“I’m not afraid,” you retort, “I’ve just got good reflexes. It could’ve been a mugger or something really scary, you know?”

Daichi hides a wide smile behind a gloved hand. “Alright,” he chuckles. “If you say so.” His tone is filled with playful disbelief, and while you know he’s not being malicious, your pride drives you to pull out in front of him. To charge on blindly ahead. You're overcome with the sudden need to prove you’re not the baby he thinks you are.

But much like all good things in life, your misguided attempt at bravery is only met with blinding disappointment.

You almost cry as you turn the corner, as you come crashing into a six-foot wall of muscles. You open your mouth to apologize, but you can only manage a deep-rooted yelp as flighty eyes meet dark, heavily bagged browns. You don’t get a good look at the figure in front of you, but you honestly don’t want to. From what you did see, you know that you’re terrified.

Pale skin, harsh shadows, long, unkempt, unruly hair… There's only one thing this could be. Some kind of materialized— “Ghost...!”

If you weren’t so scared, you might’ve screamed. That seems like the logical thing to do. Instead, all that comes out is a frazzled whimper before you’re tumbling back, slipping on the ice, and falling directly into Daichi’s arms. With your head buried deep into his chest, and your arms wrapped tightly around his torso, you beg for him to make it go away, to fight off this hideous demon. When Daichi doesn’t make a move, you silently plead with the creature, with your voice muffled by fabric, that you’re not nearly as tasty as he thinks.

The next few moments pass by in a flurry of embarrassment, for you, and for the tall figure behind you. Daichi’s laugh and the shake of his gut is the only thing you focus on as your face starts to heat up with confusion.

When you ask him why he’s laughing, a tiny fist pounding on his chest, he simply tells you to turn around, to look at this so-called ghost.

When you do, with the help of Daichi’s hands forcing your head in the right direction, you can’t say you’re any less afraid. In front of you is still that tall, scruffy-looking figure. But the longer you look, the more familiar he becomes. With a few more blinks, and the profuse, almost indiscernible apologies spilling from the giant’s lips — you realize your mistake.

You’re not sure who’s more embarrassed by this whole situation, you, or Asahi.

“Please,” he pleads, hands clasped tightly in front of his face. “I didn't mean to scare you! It’s just the lighting, or the hair. I was in a real rush this morning; I swear I’ll never wear it like this again!”

The two of you enter a dialogue of repetitive, desperate apologies. Both of you are eager to put this situation behind you, but not before reliving the trauma in a cringe-worthy series of hand motions and deeply apologetic bows.

The three of you must’ve been louder than you thought because in a matter of minutes, a man you recognize as Daichi’s best friend, Sugawara, comes barrelling around the corner. He squints his eyes with his hands on his hips, quickly assessing the situation and demanding an explanation. It’s not hard to put the pieces together, not when he’s known you and the other two boys for as long as he has.

Before you can even try to defend yourself, Daichi’s already speaking up. “It’s alright, Suga,” a residual laugh bubbling from his chest as he recalls the story. “We were just about to head over. Asahi just gave our little one quite the fright. She thought he was a ghost.”

You jump in, desperate to defend yourself. “But I—his face—that crash—”

“The crash? That was just Nishinoya, our libero.” The silver-haired man shrugs off your concern with a small smile before glancing down at his watch, brows furrowing as he reads the time.

“Let’s go,” he motions with his hands. “We don’t want to be late. I doubt the coaches would wait, not with the mood coach Ukai’s in.”

As Daichi drags you behind him, with his hand tightly clenched around yours, you think back to Suga’s words, about how their coach is in a mood. Part of you wants to back out, to tell Daichi that it’s not the right time. You’ve already made a bad impression with your tardiness; you can try again another time. It’s not too late… It’s too bad that Daichi knows you better than that. He’s not blind to the way you’ve tensed up, to the way you’ve drawn into yourself.

That’s why he’s taken your hand so tightly in his, it’s why he refuses to slow down or ease up his grip. This is the way it has to be. He’s not doing this for himself. He’s not even doing it for you. He’s doing this for the concept of ‘us’.

When the three of you arrive at the gym’s rear entrance, the large bus is just about done being filled with the team's luggage. Knowing you’d be late and forgetful, Daichi took the liberty of leaving both his and your bags with the coaches ahead of time. Something you make sure to thank him for.

Scanning the group of boys gathered just off to the side of the bus, you recognize almost all of them. You might even be able to list them off by name if you really tried. They greet you with a series of mixed responses. Some happy and bursting with energy, some with disdain, and others just indifferent. You just give them a small wave. You don’t need to be any more stressed out, you just need to relax. That’s what Daichi tells you before he’s standing in front of you, blocking the path to and from his teammates.

In all of the chaos, there’s just one man you don’t recognize, one man that makes your legs start to tremble.

You almost miss the obvious social cue, the deep bows of respect that both Daichi, and his two teammates present to this older man. There’s nothing surprising about him. He isn’t weird or out of the ordinary. The man in front of you is average in height with a short grey hair and a tiny beard on his chin to match. Despite the deeply etched wrinkles, and the clear sun-worn skin, he appears to be well-built and athletic.

So why is it that you can’t look away? Why is it that this man has such a hold over you?

It’s only when Daichi clears his throat, tugging gently on your sleeve, that you heat up with embarrassment. You cringe internally as you bow to your senior. Your initial impressions just seem to be getting worse.

When the three of you rise, Daichi introduces the man as Ukai Ikkei, the old coach of Karasuno, the man who led the crows to their first National Tournament. You’ve heard a lot about him, it would be impossible not to, not when he was Daichi’s first serious coach. You remember the rumours, the strict and brutal training routines, the bruises that would litter Daichi’s skin. Last you heard, his old coach had collapsed from exhaustion, having to be hospitalized for his frailty. So that raises the question, what is he doing here?

As if reading your mind, Daichi answers your question. “Old coach Ukai is just here to oversee our team’s training camp. He’s here to point out things that our current coach or Takeda-sensei might miss.”

You nod with understanding, never once taking your eyes off the older man in front of you. As the smells of cigarettes grow stronger, Daichi points out the current coaches, Ukai Keishin and Takeda Ittetsu. Keishin isn’t too pleased to be here, certainly not at this hour, with this group of people. His tone is bitter and confrontational as he tries to rope in the first years, rubbing a hand angrily over his face. But then he sees you, and that’s when the dynamic really starts to change.

Unlike his older counterpart, the faux blonde — who you learn is his grandson — shamelessly runs his eyes over your body. You look to Daichi for help, almost expecting him to tell the older male off — but he doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t even notice, too engrossed in the pep talk being given by Takeda-sensei, much like the rest of his teammates, unable to pick up on anything else.

When it’s Keishin’s turn to speak, he and his grandfather seem to be constantly bickering. Most of the conversation is lost on you, but in the end, the younger reluctantly admits that the team is really lucky to have such an asset on their side. An asset you all should make use of…

It’s obvious that you’re uncomfortable, Daichi can feel the way you not-so-subtly tug at his arm, the way you try to slip your hands together, fingers wiggling desperately to be intertwined with his. But Daichi ignores it, shoving his hand into his pocket, blaming your wandering touch on your anxiety and nerves. And maybe he’s right. Maybe it is just nerves… But there’s something off about the way old coach Ukai stares you down, cold eyes subtly raking down your body.

If not for the tug of your sleeve, you could’ve stayed frozen forever. “Come on,” Daichi teases, “you don’t want to get left behind, do you?” His smile is contagious, and you can’t help but mirror it back as he finally takes your hand, and leads you onto the bus behind him.

Daichi’s responsible, hardworking, and feels a strong sense of accountability. Both for his team, his life, and for you. It’s one of the many things you love about Daichi. But in this moment, as you scan the relatively empty bus, you start to think it’s more of a flaw.

No one wants to sit at the front of the bus; that’s where all the coaches are, where all the no-fun, buzzkill adults go to stew. It just so happens that’s exactly where Daichi sits, just adjacent to the two coach Ukais’. As you plant yourself next to Daichi, body pressing tightly against his, he couldn’t be happier.

You whisper in his ear, begging him to let you two move, begging him to let you sit with people your own age. Or at the very least, to let you sit by the window — away from the coaches who make you feel so… uncomfortable. But Daichi just shakes his head. He says you have too big of an imagination. He says you need this, that this is a good opportunity to get comfortable with the coaches. It’s the perfect chance to settle your nerves.

The way you instantly resist, begging the captain to reconsider — it only reinforces his ideals. You know you’ve lost the battle when he opens his bag and pulls out an eye mask. Daichi raises his eyebrows, almost begging you to challenge him. When you don’t, just sticking out your lip in a feeble pout, he slides the padding over his eyes with a soft smile.

As the bus pulls out of the school's parking lot, you sigh in defeat. You try your best to ignore the lingering chills running up your spine. But it’s impossible when you feel eyes roaming every inch of your body. In sheer panic, you can’t help the glances you sneak over to the coach's seat.

You feel a little silly, the two aren’t even looking in your direction. To be fair, why would they? Not even Takeda-sensei, who’s sitting right in front of you, is paying you any mind. He’s never even spared a glance in your direction, either directly, or through the rearview mirror.

Instead of the travelling eyes and tented pants you all but convinced yourself there’d be, all you see is two adults arguing over who would get to use the younger man’s phone.

There’s no reason for you to feel nervous…so why can’t you shake the deep sense of dread pooling in your gut? That creeping feeling, the shivers running down your spine? You must have just been imagining it…

The only one with malicious intent, is you. You’re the one conducting wild stories and allegations of misdemeanours, and you’re the one making things weird. So, in the end, just like Daichi said, you guess this will be good for you… This is good for you.

A little discomfort is nothing if it helps bring a smile to your captain’s face.

After the first fifteen minutes, the bus becomes abnormally silent — at least for one filled with teenage boys. As the streetlights flash past your eyes, the only sounds in the vehicle are the rattles of the engine and the snores of the team. A quick glance behind your seat brings a soft smile to your face. It’s such a change to see these normally high-energy boys finally still with exhaustion.

Most of the ride is spent this way. With the team fast asleep and the coaches muttering silent game plans to themselves. You on the other hand spend most of the bus ride gazing out the window, head resting gently against Daichi’s shoulder. Every now and then you get this feeling, this sense of nausea bubbling deep in your gut, an inkling of being watched. But every time you look around, every time your eyes dart around the bus, there’s nothing. It’s all in your mind…

As the bus continues to travel, over the various bumps and cracks of the worn-down roads, you find yourself lulled into a drowsy state, into a deep state of sleep.

The click of a camera is what jolts you awake. That and a flash of white. You let out a strangled gasp as you rub the sleep from your eyes, gaze darting around trying to put two and two together, trying to get a feel of your surroundings.

The first thing you notice is the way your thigh is propped on top of Daichi’s. The way your legs are spread open, a cool breeze brushing against your overly exposed skin. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you notice the way your skirt has been lifted. It’s high, a little too high.

Somehow, the soft fabric has been pushed up your thighs, resting in a bunch against your stomach. It’s impossible to miss the way your position leaves you vulnerable, both your pulled aside panties, and your puffy little cunt on full display.

The only thing that makes matters worse is when you lift your eyes, when they meet soft browns in the rearview mirror of the bus. You stare in shock as Takeda-sensei never once breaks eye contact, sweat beading off his forehead as he punches his glasses further up onto his face. You only come back to your senses, squeezing your legs shut with a yelp as the faculty advisors’ eyes drop down in the mirror, gaze lowering to catch a glimpse of what’s between your legs.

You don’t even know how it happened, how your panties managed to slip aside, how your skirt somehow hiked its way up your thighs. Could all that really just have been from subconsciously propping your leg upon Daichi’s?

A groan from beside you is almost completely tuned out as you frantically whip your head around, desperate to see if anyone else saw.

“What’s wrong?” Daichi lifts his eye mask, voice groggy with exhaustion. You don’t answer, eyes searching wildly to find out where the flash and click of the camera came from.

But there’s nothing.

Aside from Takeda, everyone else is asleep. Everyone except the elderly, dead to the world bus driver, of course. Looking up into the mirror, you’re not even sure the faculty advisor was even awake to begin with. Now all you see is the sleeping reflection of the dark-haired man, paired with a stream of drool leaking from the side of his mouth. You’re startled by this revelation.

The camera you thought you heard, the flash you thought you saw? There’s nothing here to indicate any sort of foul play. Looking to your right. The only thing you see is both Ikkei and Keishin drifted off into a deep sleep, the older one clasping a phone in his arthritic fist. It couldn’t have been him who took your picture though. Not when he’s fast asleep, music blaring from his headphones and heavy snores sounding from his body. It couldn’t have been Ikkei, not when just earlier, he couldn’t even figure out how to turn the device on.

You rub your eyes, in a last-ditch attempt to piece things together. You don’t understand what’s happening. Could you really be imagining these things?

A gentle tap to your shoulder has you jolting back in shock. Daichi tilts his head and furrows his brows in concern. “Everything alright?”

You shake your head. “I’m not sure I can do this Daichi…”

Warm hands cushion your face and soft lips press against your forehead. “Yes. You can. I know you can.” His voice is filled with reassurance. “I need you here. With me, by my side.” Daichi pulls back as he searches your eyes. “You understand, don't you?”

You nod your head, heart beginning to calm as he rubs gentle circles into your burning cheeks.

You’re just tired. That’s what you tell yourself as you swallow down the bile building at the base of your throat.

You’re just nervous. It only makes sense with so much riding on the line, with how much Daichi expects from you. Nothing’s wrong, not when he’s here to watch over you. You should know that by now.

Who can you trust if not your oldest friend, if not your greatest protector?

You close your eyes as he praises your obedience. “That’s my good little girl.”

Daichi whispers soft reassurances as he runs a hand running through your hair. “You’ll go back to sleep for me, right?”

You want to say no, you want to shake your head in defiance… But how can you when he wraps his arms around you, when he smothers you up in his soothing scent? Daichi turns your body to bring your legs across his, gently rubbing his hand along the expanse of your thighs in slow, soothing motions.

You hum out in protest as he moves his hands away, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a bottle of familiar pills. “Daichi…” you start, nervousness leaking from your voice. “I don’t, I don’t need those anymore.

“Shhhh,” he coos. “I know. I know you don’t. But I do.”

You raise your brows in confusion, a nervous sweat building on your brow. “W-what?”

“You’ve been so stressed lately, with school, with work, and now with this.” His voice is calm as he slowly articulates each word. “I know you haven’t been getting enough rest. It would make me feel so much better if I knew my precious little girl was well taken care of, if she was in her best condition. If she was on her best behaviour…” He waits for your reaction. “Do you think that you’re on your best behaviour right now?” His tone gives you the answer. He doesn’t even need to say it. You know you're not. You’ve been so nervous, so jumpy… Everything you know that makes Daichi mad.

You turn your gaze away from his, choosing instead to focus on the hem of your skirt, on the panties you still haven’t pulled back into place…

“Please,” he insists, bottle rattling as he twists open the cap and pours a single tablet into his palm. “Just one. Just for me.”

“But Daichi,” you plead, “I can sleep on my own now. I don’t need your help—”

You almost cringe at the dark frown that overtakes his features, at the tight grip he places on your thigh once the bottle is safely back inside his bag. You realize your mistake almost as soon as you’ve said it. Your eyes widen and your face blanches with fear. “That’s not what I meant!”

You expect to be told off, to immediately be reprimanded for your carelessness, for your poor choice of words. You flinch backwards, almost throwing yourself off his lap as a hand reaches up towards your face.

Instead, all you receive is sad eyes and a deep sigh.

“Don’t you see?” He questions, voice heavy with exhaustion. “This,” he motions to your trembling form, “is exactly why you need my help, why you need this.”

Daichi holds up the pill between his thumb and his finger. He says it’s a sleeping pill, and realistically, you know you have nothing to fear. It’s not like you’re new to this. You’ve had these sleeping pills before. You just don’t like the way they’ve been making you feel as of late. You don’t like the way you wake up dishevelled, clothes often stained and a mess. Daichi says it’s because you're so restless in bed, always rolling around and spilling lotions from the bedside table. He says he tries his best to keep them away, but sometimes it can’t be helped when you’re thrashing around.

You suppose he’s right. You have no reason not to believe him…

But you don’t want to take it. You don’t want to lose control like that, to potentially embarrass yourself in front of everyone here. Seeing the conflict in your eyes, Daichi is quick to reassure you that everything will be okay, that he’ll stay awake and make sure you don’t do anything inappropriate.

Just like always, Daichi will take care of you.

What choice do you have but to listen, to nod your head in agreeance. Every protest you have is met with an instant rebuttal, a perfectly thought-out reason as to why you’re wrong. Eventually, you have nothing left to protest.

“Open up,” he says, slowly lifting the pill to your puffy lips. When you hesitate, Daichi’s voice loses its softness and gains a harsher edge. “I said, open up.”

It’s clear that words aren’t enough, so Daichi’s forced to make things physical. You gasp as he uses his free hand to grip your thigh tighter, painfully squeezing at your flesh. You cry as he slips his finger past your lips, pushing the small pill to the back of your mouth. You gag as you feel it against your throat, desperately wanting the foreign objects out of your mouth.

“Stop before I make you.” He bites out his warning angrily as you squirm around on his lap. “Close your mouth and take it.”

A damp sweat begins to build on your brow as you think of the ways he could punish you, as you think of the ways he could embarrass you. His tone and the bruising grip on your leg leave no room for negotiation. You stop struggling, gently wrapping your lips around his finger.

“Good girl,” he praises, harsh eyes meeting your own. “Now suck, and swallow.”

Your face heats up at his words, eyes dashing around to see if anyone heard the degrading words spilling from their captains lips.

A tsk rolls off Daichi's lips as you move your attention elsewhere, away from him. The longer you’re awake, the less patience he has. In a fit of irritation, Daichi takes his free hand and clasps your chin between his thumb and finger. You wince at the pressure, eyes pleading for him to be more gentle. You find no such mercy as he turns your head, forcing you to once again meet his gaze. Daichi brings his lips to brush against your ear, voice coming out harshly against the sensitive flesh.

“I said, suck. And swallow.”

When you still don’t listen, Daichi digs his nails into the plush of your thigh. “Don’t be such a brat.”

At the searing pain, you arch your back and moan out around his digit. Afraid of the consequences, you choose to obey. When he feels the suction and the swallowing motion of your mouth, he releases your leg. Only when he sees your throat bob with spit does he run a soothing hand over the injuries he inflicted.

Tears prickle your eyes as he presses his finger roughly against your tongue, opening your mouth obscenely wide. “Good girl,” he coos, satisfied that you chose the easy path.

Your jaw begins to ache as he prods around your mouth, thoroughly searching for any trace of disobedience, any sign of a little white pill. When he doesn’t find any, you think that you’re done, you think you’re finally able to rest. With his hand no longer gripping your chin, and his finger no longer lodged in your mouth, you give your jaw a good stretch before closing it with a snap.

But it doesn’t end there.

Things like this can’t be easily overlooked. A pill hidden underneath a tongue, somewhere his finger can’t reach. Daichi has to be thorough, he has to be sure. That’s why he presses his lip against yours. It’s why he wraps his hand tightly at the base of your neck, and it’s why you willingly open your mouth, allowing his tongue to roam freely.

He knows you don’t like this. You never do. But you know better than to resist.

You’re smarter than that.

Daichi says it’s the only way to properly check if you’ve taken your medication, and you believe him. Whenever you’ve been sick, completely bedridden, and unable to move, Daichi’s always been the one to take care of you. You simply don’t know any other way, or any different solutions. This is how it’s always been between you two, and you’ve always gotten better. That must mean it works. It must mean it’s right.

Besides, there’s nothing romantic about this kiss. He’s not taking advantage of you.

There’s nothing romantic about the way he plunges his tongue underneath yours, the way he runs it across your teeth, moaning loudly against your lips…

That's what you tell yourself, but the trembling of your body tells a different story. Subconsciously, you can’t help the way you melt into his touch, the way your thighs rub together, desperate for any kind of fiction. It’s almost embarrassing how worked up you’re getting, especially knowing that Daichi is just doing this to make sure you’re healthy, to make sure you’re taking your medicine properly.

He’s just a friend.

When he’s angry, he sometimes calls you a whore. And while it hurts, you never get angry, you never get upset. It’s because at times like this, when you feel the slick beginning to build between your legs, you have to admit, Daichi’s always right.

Only whores would get wet from sitting in their best friend’s lap, from having a finger and pill shoved deep in their mouth. And only whores would think of fucking their friend after such a platonic kiss — if you can even call it that.

You feel guilty for the way your body responds. You think it’s dirty and disgusting. But no matter how hard you try; you can’t seem to pull yourself away. Not that Daichi would let you. Everything you do is because he wants you to, even if you'll never realize that.

If Daichi notices the way your body reacts, he doesn’t say a thing. It’s an act he knows you’re grateful for. You’re much too shy to ever admit to liking something like this, something so filthy.

So instead of bringing it up, or rubbing his fingers along your leaking little cunt, he just deepens the kiss, lips smacking roughly against yours as he searches for a pill he won’t find.

When he pulls away, you’re seeing stars. A fat glob of spit connects the two of your mouths. You watch as it breaks, swinging off to drip down your chin. Daichi’s gently huffing while your lungs pant heavily with exhaustion. He finds it adorable, the way he affects you, the way you’re left desperately trying to catch your breath.

Your heart beats frantically as Daichi leans towards you. You almost think he’s going to kiss you again. But instead, he dips lower, his tongue outstretched as he runs it along your skin. You shiver as he drags the muscle up your neck and onto your chin, lapping up the spit dripping from your mouth, and pulling pack to gather up more within his mouth.

You know what’s coming before he even says a word. Just like the good girl that you are, you sit there, eyes glazed with lust, and mouth open wide for your punishment.

Daichi wells with pride. If only you behaved like this all the time. So good, so obedient.

Loud moans leave your throats as Daichi roughly tilts your head back, as he leans over your open mouth. The two of you never break eye contact as a thick glob of your combined spit drips from his mouth, and onto your outstretched tongue.

It’s an intimate notion, one that far surpasses this idea of friendship that you carry so deep within your heart. But you never question it, you just know that it’s right.

You rest your head in the crook of his neck as your eyes begin to droop. Daichi continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reassuring you that everything’s going to be alright. You don't have to be scared, there’s no reason for you to act like this — not when he’s here.

But despite all of his soft and gentle words, Daichi’s absolutely fuming. He was less than pleased with your behaviour today. Running late, insulting his friends, insulting his coaches — and telling him you don’t need him anymore. He doesn’t like that you’ve been acting out, not like this, not right now. Do you not understand how important this is?

In order to become a manager, you have to make a good impression on not one — but three of his coaches.

After everything he does for you, this is how you repay him? By acting like a scared little schoolgirl? By shrinking away from the most important people in his life right now?

You’re far from the image of confidence and grace, something that has Daichi grinding his molars in frustration. The only thing that makes it tolerable is the fact that Yachi’s worse.

Maybe he’s been too kind to you, and maybe he needs to teach you a lesson. And maybe that lesson has to start now.

Daichi gently prods at your form, shaking your shoulders to check for any kind of response.

“Are you awake, princess?”

Nothing… no response. Just the smooth rise and fall of your chest. Daichi reaches his hand between your legs, slowly spreading your meaty thighs as he lifts you onto his lap.

A loud moan leaves his lips as he feels your weight against his cock, as he feels the plush of your ass rubbing against him with every bump of the bus. He’s careful to lift the hems of your skirt, gently tucking them into the top band of the article.

Daichi’s voice is rough and raspy as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, as he holds your hips in a bruising embrace. “You’re such a tease, you know that right?”

Daichi moves his hand up the flesh of your thighs, resting it gently against the puffy folds of your cunt. “Fuck,” he bites, fingers already soaked with your juices. You cry out as he slaps his fingers roughly against your clit, your sleep-induced brain just barely comprehending what’s happening. “You’re such a little slut, getting wet for daddy like this.”

When all you do is groan, shifting erotically in his lap, he knows you like this. He knows that you’re ready, he knows that you want this. It’s what spurs him to lift your body, to slip down his track pants and boxers, and to let his throbbing cock slap gently against your drooling pussy.

You shiver as he taps his cock against your sensitive clit, as he runs its length against your cunt. He can almost imagine being inside of you, of fucking the disobedience out of you.

Daichi's breath begins to hitch as the thick, dark head of his cock presses gently against your hole, as it slowly starts to disappear inside you.

His eyes start to well as you tighten around him, as he fuck you with just the tip of his cock. Daichi’s arms are shaking, begging him to let you go, to let you fall all the way onto his throbbing cock. Every time his leaking head presses against your hymen, he practically cums. As Daichi continues to thrust, in short, painfully controlled motions, he’s desperate just to take you, to make you bleed, to make you fucking cum all over his desperate cock.

But he can’t. He won’t.

The first time between you two will be different, it’ll be romantic. It won’t be on some scuffed-up bus with his whole team behind him, and it won’t be when you're deep in the clutches of unconsciousness.

He’ll have you pleading for his cock, begging for him to fuck you bare — to fill you with his fucking seed.

Daichi’s panting, almost crying out, as he lifts you off his cock, as he lets it bounce against his abdomen. His cock angrily throbs against nothing, desperate to be deep inside your dripping heat.

His only relief is when he slouches over, when he places your cunt against his fattened along cock, and when he fucks you back and forth along the ridge of his shaft.

Daichi throws his head back in pleasure as he runs his fingers up and down your slick, tilting your head back with his other hand. “I bet you wanted this,” he moans against your ear, “I bet you wanted me to punish you like this. Always such a fucking brat. Always pushing daddy’s patience.”

Daichi wraps a hand tightly around your throat as he shifts his hips to alleviate the pressure, as he fucks his cock against your tight little ass.

“Look at you,” he groans, feeling his balls pulse with pleasure. “Letting me fuck you like this, on this dirty fucking bus.”

“You, you like this?” He can barely even articulate his words as he pants and moans against your trembling form. “Coming undone like, like a whore, fuck—panties already soaked, pushed to the side, for easy access—”

“You wanted this, fuck—! You wanted me hard, you wanted to fucking blueball me all day. Is that what this was?” Daichi wraps his hand tighter around your throat. “That’s not going to happen, you little brat!” he cries out, biting back his words as he continues to grind against your supple body. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum all over this cute little pussy. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His body convulses at the words, and the way you seem to know what he’s saying — even in your sleep.

Daichi pauses, ripping his cock out from under you, using his callused hand to furiously pump his length. The bus is filled with his heavy breath, with deep grunts as he fucks his fist, as precum splashes all over your heated skin.

“I’m gonna cum—!” Daichi’s practically crying at this point, body shaking with pleasure. His fat cock just barely fits in his hand as it angrily throbs, as it leaks all over his fingers.

“Fuck baby, please! Please, please, please—” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, he just knows that he needs you.

He needs to know that you want this, that you want him.

He’s so fucking desperate.

“I need to cum! Please let me!” His strangled cries fill the otherwise silent bus. He just barely registers that the coaches are awake, that Ikkei’s palming his cock, eyes never leaving your pretty little cunt. Unknown to Daichi, Ikkei’s been recording the whole scene, just meters away with his grandson's phone.

Your strangled moans are the permission Daichi needs. Within a matter of seconds, he’s violently exploding all over his hand, and all over your pretty little cunt. Hot ropes of cum splash across your puffy little lips and he rides out his high, hot breath heaving over your sensitive skin.

When Daichi finally regains his composure, tucking his cock back into his pants, he takes a moment to admire his work. He loves the way you look, mouth hung open from exhaustion, cunt dripping and covered with his cum. He knows you’re unsatisfied, that you still need to cum. Your ass wiggles desperately against his crotch, begging for something you don’t even know you need. A lazy smile spreads across his lip as he brings his fingers to your core, spreading his cum across your pretty little cunt. Making sure to pay close attention to your hardened nub.

The splotches on your panties and skirt are sure to stain, but Daichi thinks you look best like this. And he’s not the only one.

A quiet whimper squeaks out from the seat in front of you two and Daichi raises his brows, gaze lifting to the rearview mirror. He smirks at the sight in front of him, knowing that you’re the reason for such a dirty perversion.

Takeda sits with his legs wide open, sweatpants just low enough for his cock and balls to comfortably rest against the top. His face is red and dripping with sweat as he gasps for air. All the while he furiously pumps at his aching, swollen cock. The purple head leaks with globs of precum as he cries out in pleasure. If he listens carefully, Daichi can even hear the squelch of Takeda’s fist as he fucks his throbbing cock.

Daichi matches the rhythm of Takeda’s strokes, rubbing the pads of his fingers in tandem against your swollen clit. You arch your back, moaning in pleasure as you feel your body getting closer to the edge.

Takeda can’t resist another peek, his eyes shooting open at your needy whines.

It feels so wrong, stroking his cock the sounds of your moans. He knows it’s not right; a grown man shouldn’t be thinking this way about a third year student, but he just can’t help it. You’re just too pretty, too inviting.

Takeda’s gaze lands on your body, specifically that pretty little pussy covered in the remnants of sticky cum. His eyes trail upwards, balls clenching with the need to fill your sloppy little cunt with his globbing seed.

Daichi’s eyes meet Takeda’s in that moment, as you convulse around his fingers, as Takeda cums all over his fist, his body violently jerky from watching you cream all over the captain's lap. He tries to stifle his moans with his hand, teeth biting down roughly in his fist, utterly humiliated by the way he’s yelling with pleasure.

But Takeda’s completely overwhelmed, he can’t help it. He’s never actually seen a pussy as pretty as yours. Or any pussy at all. Certainly not in person.

Unlike before, when Takeda’s caught in the act, the faculty advisor is furiously red — trying his hardest to look anywhere but at Daichi.

“You like that, huh?” It’s unclear whether he’s talking to Ikkei, Takeda, or your sleeping form. All three have their faces burning with embarrassment and lust, subconscious or not.

Daichi’s breath washes over your face as he brings his lips down to meet yours, as he gently cups your heated cheek. He continues to rub your clit with soft, soothing strokes. Your body trembles as he gently brings you down from your high, soft whimpers dripping from your lips. If he’s going to have so many prying eyes, he might as well put on a show.

It’s an awkward angle, your back pressed against his chest, your faces twisted off to the side, knees pressed taught against the seat in front of you two. Daichi scoffs in irritation. His only solution is to shift the two of you. Both for comfort, and a better view.

Daichi eyes the older male as he turns your bodies, as he props himself in the corner of the seat, bracing his back against his bag and the bus. He props up his leg along the length of the seat, bringing yours to rest on top of it. Your head lulls against his shoulder and he picks up your other leg, draping it gently across his other one, firmly planted on the ground.

With one hand across your abdomen, and the other spreading your glistening folds, Daichi knows he’s playing a dangerous game.

He almost expects the grizzly old coach to snap at him, to tell him what he’s doing is wildly inappropriate.

But he doesn’t. Instead, Daichi watches as wrinkly, swollen hands reach into grey sweatpants. He watches as his old coach pulls out a slowly hardening cock and huge, drooping balls.

As opposed to the flustered advisor, Coach Ikkei has no shame. He stares openly at the couple, tongue darting out to wet his parched lips. A silent moan leaves his throat when his gaze drops between your legs.

Daichi chuckles, “you like what you see, old man?” Daichi’s never felt so much power. He'd never even dreamed of such a scenario, speaking so disrespectfully to his elders, spreading his property on a bus — it's too much for imagination. He’s confident this is too good to be true, he’s waiting for the book to come slamming down on his head.

But as Ikkei swallows back a thick glob of spit, face flushed and head nodding in response, Daichi knows he won’t face any repercussions.

Feeling generous, Daichi decides to give his old coach a little treat. He doesn’t see the harm in it, and it’s not like you'll ever know. Besides, it’s not like this old man sees much action these days anyway. Not according to Keishin.

Ikkei's voice comes out strained and panting. Daichi can barely hear him over the hum of the bus.

“Has she, has she ever… had anyone inside?”

Daichi just smirks, knowing exactly what this old man wants from his sweet little girl. “Just me,” he chuckles, “and just the tip.”

Ikkei’s pupils are blown out with lust as he watches the captain rub his fingers along the length of your cunt, as your slick continues to coat his rigid digits.

Daichi shakes his head in amusement before sucking and biting gently at the skin of your neck. You moan out in pain as you rock your body against his chest.

“F-fuck!” Ikkei grunts, furiously tugging at his half-hard cock and his saggy, wrinkly balls.

Ikkei huffs angrily and he pumps his length, gritting his teeth in frustration as it refuses to rise or get any stiffer. Daichi just winces, grateful he’s not an invalid like that. He shakes his head at the thought. If that were the case, he’d never be able to please you.

A voice breaks you all from your thoughts. The sleeping faux blonde, with his hands crossed over his chest, peeks open a lidded eye. “You should let him have a taste. The nasty old man gets off to stuff like that.”

Daichi sits and ponders the implications, the idea that someone other than himself would be touching you. He wants to say no, to say this is going too far, but Keishin cuts him off before he can even get a single syllable.

“I bet if you let him, gramps would be more likely to let your precious little baby onto the team.” Keishin’s fully awake now, eyes focused on Daichi’s. “You want that, don’t you? You want your little friend to stay close to you, where you can watch over her, right?”

Daichi gulps back his response, answering only with a small nod. Of course he does.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if she were your manager? Coming with you no matter where you went? You have no idea what she’ll get up to if you leave her behind… Who’ll sneak up and steal your place… Especially when you’re gone for those long, far away nationals.”

Daichi can’t argue, everything his coach is saying is right. He can’t leave you, it’s just not safe. With sad eyes, Daichi peers down at your sleeping form, debating the consequences of his solemn nod.

“Good.” Keishin grins, knowing he’s caught the captain in a web of obsession and insecurities. “Then we have an understanding.”

“F-fine,” Daichi starts, “but only your mouth.”

Ikkei scoffs, rolling his eyes in irritation but nodding in agreeance. Without a further word, you're ripped from Daichi’s arms, legs pulled roughly across the seat of the bus as Daichi bites back his anger, settling for a harsh glare and a snarl of his lip. “Be careful!” He snaps, but the old man pays him no mind as he crouches between your legs.

With your legs propped over his shoulder, and your core perfectly lined up with the seat of the bus, Ikkei wastes no time lapping feverishly at your cunt.

As his tongue runs sloppy patterns over your soaking slit, Ikkei’s hips thrust feebly into the air, desperate for any kind of friction.

Ikkei moans loudly, humming tunes of pleasure into the soft folds of your cunt and he laps up the remainder of your cum, of Daichi’s. Reaching a hand down, he finds his cock already painfully hard, ready to burst at the seams. Even touching it has Ikkei wincing out in pain and overstimulation.

Daichi watches with disgust written across his features. It’s not right the way your body’s starting to tremble under this old man’s ministrations, and it’s not right how he finds himself growing hard, cock beginning to leak as he watches this offender lap at your cunt.

Ikkei’s wild thrusts have his phone dropping to the floor, a noise that only Keishin tunes into.

Loud and sloppy sound of sucking, paired with feral grunts and the squelching of hands on cocks are all that can be heard.

A look in the mirror, and a look to his right show Daichi that his two coaches, Takeda and Keishin, are furiously pumping their cocks. He knows he should call this off, he knows this isn’t worth it.

But the throbbing in his cock tells him a different story. Daichi’s mouth is parched. His heart is beating faster than he’s ever felt it before, faster even than during volleyball. Your head lulls back and forth against his crotch, cheeks and lips rubbing softly against his clothed cock.

As your face begins to scrunch up, and your body starts to quiver, Daichi can tell that you're close. Ikkei must be able to tell too as he lets out a deep groan, fucking your clit even faster with his tongue.

It’s disgusting the way Daichi’s balls begin to clench, the way his cock throbs at the tiniest stimulation. His head is so dizzy with the thought of his own pleasure that he almost misses yours.

Daichi almost cries as he holds your head, as he watches your body subconsciously start to convulse on the older man's tongue.

Your moans are so sweet, and so strangled as he presses your face roughly against his crotch, furiously pumping as he finds his own high, dirtying his pants with sticky cum.

Ikkei’s cumming too, breath heavy and panting, loud moans, almost to the point of a yell, slipping past his lips and against your flesh.

With one hand gripped firmly on your thigh, and the other wrapped painfully around his cock, Ikkei’s seeing fucking stars.

His once soft cock stands at full attention as he shoots load after load onto the under-seat of the bus. He’s so pent up, so backed up — that all four of the men hear the loud smack of his cum splashing against the hard surface of the seat. It’s like a water gun that just doesn’t stop.

Thrust after thrust, squirt after squirt, Ikkei’s squeezed completely dry, breeder balls hanging heavily between his legs alongside his limp cock.

But never once does Ikkei stop his ministrations, never once does his mouth leave your swollen, overly sensitive little clit.

You’re thrashing now, barely able to breathe through Daichi’s sweats, clearly too stimulated to find this fun anymore. The only thing holding you down is the rough grip from your best friend and his old coach.

Daichi starts to panic, his heart racing as you seemingly gain more and more mobility. He was afraid that the pill wasn’t strong enough, that he didn’t give you a big enough dose. But as your body once again begins to grow limp under his bruising grip, he lets out a deep sigh of relief. He counts himself lucky as your breathing returns to normal, as he slowly runs his hands over your sleeping form.

Keishin’s long since cum, spraying his seed all over the front of his seat. He doesn’t look to care either, just smearing it around in odd patterns with a lazy smirk plastered across his face.

Takeda on the other hand is left twiddling his thumbs, chewing his lip as guilt obviously eats away at the poor student advisor.

It feels like hours for the poor captain, but when Ikkei’s finally empty, he gets up, knees cracking as he leaves your cunt with a final present. A loud pop from his suction, and a pained moan escaping your lips has Daichi subconsciously thrusting his hips. Ikkei just chuckles before slapping you hard across your clit, causing you to cry out and bury your face even further into the mess Daichi’s made in his pants.

As Daichi lifts you back into his arms, placing your gently between his legs, back pressed against his chest, he reaches into his bag to find a cloth. It’s a little awkward, but Daichi manages to clean the cum from his pants, as good as one can hope.

He really should get a clean cloth, it’s only the polite thing to do. But you’ve been bad today, even without knowing it. You came around that old man's tongue, right in front of him, without his permission. That’s the reason why Daichi’s wiping up your sloppy cunt with his dirty cum rag, with the stained, yellowed sock he found at the bottom of the bag.

“Fucking disgusting!” Keishin’s loud scream, the clatter of his phone, and his frantic jump from his seat have some of the other teammates rubbing their eyes and beginning to rouse.

“Don’t you know how to aim!”

“Sorry Keishin,” Ikkei’s tired voice chuckles back a response. “Got too caught up in the moment, nothing a quick little wipe won’t fix.”

Keishin grumbles angrily before picking up his phone and rubbing it, and the globs of cum, onto his grandfather’s shirt. “Shitty old man!”

Hinata's voice is the first one to sound out. “What’s wrong coach?”

“N-nothing—!” He bites back, “just, go back to sleep, you little twerps!”

At the sudden attention, Keishin turns red before promptly planting his ass back in the seat, trying his best to avoid any of the white globs littering the area.

Out of the four men, no one speaks about what happened. Everyone is either trying their best to forget, thinking in awe about what happened, or dreaming about when, and if, it will happen again...

The rest of the bus ride is spent with your sleeping form wrapped tightly in Daichi’s arms, his head resting on top of yours while he’s hard at work planning out more ways to get you to behave.

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