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terushimooo · 2 years

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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

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nerd-of-karasuno · 2 years

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Telling Their Team About Your Relationship Headcannons Part 2

the first post I did of this did really well, so I decided to make a part two with three other Haikyu!! characters! A part three might be coming soon if y'all want to have another one with more characters or I feel like writing . Feel free to request characters for this lil series too! my Haikyu!! masterlist part one

with Nishinoya, Ukai, Oikawa

Nishinoya Yu

The whole team knew he had a crush on you.

He talked about you so much and still does

Noya was very dedicated to Kiyoko when you first met, but it was obvious he cherished you way more.

Noya was very open to Kiyoko about how he felt about her, but he's actually kinda shy towards you because his feelings are more genuine.

But he talks to the team about you all the freaking time.

So they're not surprised when Noya says he asked you out

but a few of them are a little shocked when they hear that you said yes.

Noya wants to introduce you the team immediately.

If you say no at first, he'll be a little sad, but as long as you promise to meet them eventually he'll be okay.

The team is very important to him and he really wants to introduce you to everyone.

You probably already know some of the other second years, mainly Tanaka.

Noya describes each person on the team before you meet them so you get a feeling for their personalities.

Another person you might meet before you officially introduced to the team is Asahi because he and Noya are close.

Noya also mentions to you that as scary and intimidating as Asahi might seem, he's not like that at all and is just a very big soft teddy bear

he doesn't want you to be scared of Asahi as he knows how the first impression of him can be like for some people.

When you finally meet the team, they're very kind and happy to get to know you well- most of them... then there's Tsukki

If you can keep one of their wild children under control, you immediately have approval

but if you're just as wild as Nishinoya, oh man...

I don't know how much more Karasuno can handle

Ukai Keishin

Okay, he went on so many rants to you about how this teacher wanted him to coach volleyball at his old high school lol

so you are very much aware of the Karasuno High School Boys Volleyball team that he finally decided to coach.

Ukai doesn't tell the boys about you, mainly because he's so focused on volleyball during practice.

And even when the boys come through his store, he doesn't find a reason to tell them, so he doesn't.

It's not like he's hiding you from them, but they never ask.

Karasuno probably finds out about you completely by accident.

Daichi decides to treat the boys to meat buns after a really good practice again, so they head down to the store owned by Ukai's family down the street.

Ukai had already headed down there after practice and you were there because you were in the area and wanted to drop by.

The Karasuno boys walked in with really bad timing.

They came in the store right as you kissed Ukai's cheek.

You could hear a pin drop as it took a moment of realization to hit the boys while they were frozen at the door.

Then the chaos erupted.

Nishinoya and Tanaka are freaking out because their coach has a partner- one they find attractive at that.

The third years are a little surprised, but they're happy for their coach.

Daichi tries to keep the two wild ones mentioned above calm with the help of Ennoshita

Sugawara, on the other hand, instead of helping like the vice captain should do, encourages this behavior.

He's really curious about you and starts asking several questions about you and Ukai.

Hinata and Yamaguchi are super flustered because of what they just witnessed.

Tsukishima is standing next to Yamaguchi with a disguised look on his face, wishing he didn't have to see that display of affection.

Kageyama doesn't care. He came for the food and he wants the food.

Ukai eventually gets them all under control and gets all of them to sit down.

If you're okay with it, he allows them to ask a few questions about you and your relationship to satisfy them.

Karasuno loves you so much.

Please come to their practices and games.

Some of them will show off to you.

And some of them not mentioning any of their names tell Ukai that he better not hurt you.

haha that didn't go down well.

Oikawa Toru

it takes Aoba Johsai some time to realize that you're not just one of Oikawa's fans and that Oikawa is very serious about you.

They really weren't to sure how long your relationship was going to last, especially considering that Oikawa's previous relationship didn't end

They really weren't to sure how long your relationship was going to last, especially considering that Oikawa's previous relationship didn't end well.

The first one to meet you is Iwazumi.

He's the one who realizes that Oikawa has genuine feelings for you and that you like him back.

He mentions it to the rest of the team when you and Oikawa were brought up sometime when Oikawa wasn't there.

After you get Iwazumi's approval, the team is pretty supportive of you two even before you meet them and you start dating.

When Oikawa tells the team he's dating someone and says your name, Mattsuni and Makki decide they want to meet you themselves and find you sometime during school.

They end up telling you so many goofy stories about Oikawa.

Oikawa still doesn't know what they told you and he's very concerned about it.

Oikawa invites you to a practice and it's there where you finally get introduced to the team.

The whole team is so sweet to you

but they all have decided on one thing about Oikawa and you

Iwazumi is the one to tell Oikawa that if he hurts you, the team will kick his ass.

They don't care that he is their captain, they really like you and think you're adorable.

Even Kyoutani is in on it mostly because it's iwazumi

In conclusion, Seijoh adores you and if you ever need anything, they got you.

They will fight for you and will tell you all the embarrassing stories they know about your boyfriend

no matter how many times Oikawa tells them to shut up.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #keishin ukai #ukai ikkei #ukai x reader #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya hcs #noya x y/n #oikawa torū #oikawa headcanons #oikawa fluff #seijoh #tooru oikawa #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!

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sabitosthirst · 3 years

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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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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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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.”

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unknownwriting · 3 years

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hi bby! i was checking your fandoms and I think it would be super cute if you could do something platonic for Issho from One Piece and the old coach Ukai from Haikyuu!! being father/grandfather roles towards reader and reader taking care of them. thank you! stay safe and make sure to drink water💕

♡ Summary- adorable grandfather/grandchild like hc relationships (platonic!!)

♡ Characters- Ikkei Ukai, Issho Fujitora

♡ Warnings- none :)

♡ Omg thxx, I have been drinking a lot of water so thx for checking in (´∀｀)♡ and I’m so in love with these ideas. They’re like so simple yet so sweet and the same time 💕 oops this ones long too, idk why I’m making everything so long too 😭😭

Ikkei Ukai

- ahsisnks lmaoo this man is 69

- when y’all first met was through his grandson. You happened to be like super close to the boys on the team and so you just hung around then a lot. You had easily developed a big brother like type relationship with Ukai

- so when you first met Ikkei, he was almost in shock that you had developed that type of relationship with his grandson, who is like very older than you. Nonetheless, he soon developed a grandfather/grandchild-like relationship with you too. And y’all don’t even know-how

- it first started with him teaching you some of his old tricks and how he used to play volleyball. Telling you all the crazy stories about how he use to win and lose with his team and how he would train with them too. And in return, you tell him all the training and stuff the team does.

- and of course, he judges the hell out of them too. And then he would end up yelling about Ukai, and how he such a horrible coach and all. But Volleyball isn’t the only thing that y’all talk about, it only built the foundation of yalls relationship

- y’all have that type of relationship where y’all talk about everything, he’s almost like your therapist in his own little old man way. You will tell him everything like what’s going on at school, what’s going on in volleyball, about your family, you interest, who you like, who you hate. All of it

- most of the time Ikkei will just listen, giving some annoyed and pissed-off comments about the person you hate or about the team being stupid, or sometimes about the person you like. You learn quickly not to take all of them seriously.

- But there would be times where he would go off in full rants too. Half of the time your not even sure why but he just does. He’s an angry guy in the first place so you kinda just go along with it. But sometimes talking to someone like him who is very honest and doesn’t mind saying what he wants is very refreshing.

- and although most of the time y’all just end up talking and not doing much up you appreciate it anyways. And to always make up for you, you’ll be in food when y’all do talk, and other times you’ll be able to sneak in some of his fav alcohol or something, just to make up for all the time you do the talking

- he’s also an old retired man, so you always check on him more than he wants. You’ll make sure he’s drinking water, and not drinking or smoking too much, and then you also do some chores around the house just to make his life a bit easier

- and he hates it. He hates it’s all. He doesn’t want your help, and the fact that you also do it when he still tells you no, just makes him even angrier. But you still do it anyway, bc whether he likes it or not he’s an old man and needs help sometimes.

- all in all, y’all both treasure the relationship y’all have, bc sometimes the best advice comes from an old anger man

Issho Fujitora

- plzz his like one of the few marines I like 😭✋🏻

- y’all definitely started as that mentor/student type relationship. When you first joined the marines, you just happened to come under the care of Issho, your not even sure how

- he was a huge helped too, he taught you how to fight and some battle strategies. And he guided you around what it means to be a marine to him and how you should help others. It was easy for you to look up to him

- but of course, he’s not gonna train you all the time, both you and he had a job outside of training.To his liking you were a quick learner, so he didn’t have to spend much time training with you but there are still some times where he would just teach you a lesson here and there

- during the time y’all did spend training, y’all grew closer. And once training was done y’all could finally be more casual with each other, thus beginning y’all’s relationship.

- Issho kinda like that really cool granddad that doesn’t even know he’s cool. With him being so strong and all, he’s definitely got a lot of stories and experiences behind him, so hearing all his stories is just so fun to listen to.

- and seeing how you love his stories so much, Issho always loves to drag you on missions he has to go on. Of course within reason, bc he’s not gonna take you on a really dangerous one. But he’ll definitely take you on missions so that you can also experience fights like him.

- he’ll always make up some excuse too like I need her to carry my stuff or something. For how serious this man can be, he can be surprising laid back and almost child-like sometimes, having a very carefree outlook

- in return, there’s not really much you can do. He doesn’t need help with fighting or handling marine business but you always find ways to help. You can always back him up when he fights or just help him organize some files. It’s hard to find things to help with that won’t offend him

- but compared to the other marines, y’all have a pretty close relationship especially for being so different in both age and status, but of course, y’all have grown too close to care at this point. The relationship y’all have is on y’all will keep strong

#one piece #unknownwriting💕#one piece platonic #issho fujitora #issho fujitora x reader #ukai ikkei #ikkei x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu platonic

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moonshine-dan · 4 years

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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

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oki-writes · 3 years

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Summary: The team introduced to each other and team bonding. Anyways is that your baby.

Content Warning: Slight suggestive themes & teen pregnancy

Word count: 1.4K

Chapter 2

3rd person pov.

Walking inside the gym was the new 1st years of the team. All seeming excited to be there. You and Yachi were directing the group where they could drop off their stuff and where to line up at.

After they were lined up Yams decided to introduce himself and explain the first exercise (partners forearm passing drill) they’ll be doing. Everyone got in pairs besides Yachi. She offered to watch Hiroto.

You decided to pair up with Kudo Eito. Basically during the drill the one actually moving will introduce themselves and their grade and position, also what school they went to.

Pairs:

Yamaguchi/Misuki

Tsukishima/Ono

Kageyama/Mori

Hinata/Ando

Sato/Otauka

Kuroo/Kudo

This was the starting line up. After five minutes each they rotated left. It was pretty funny because when the 3rds were paired together...let’s just say things got competitive between them.

If you listened closely you might’ve heard a Boke or King thrown in maybe even a Tsukki. Overall the first exercise was good and you already felt a bond with the new players.

After the 30 mins warm up was done Coach Ukai told everyone to have a 10 min break. Which you decide to use to play around with Hiroto.

Y/n pov.

“Hey Yachi...Hi mama’s baby” you waved at them. You picked up Hiroto and began to walk over to your bag to grab his snacks inside. “Hmmm apples or cereal” A hand reached from behind you and grabbed the apples. “He likes apples better” Tobio whispered in your ear. You quickly nod and walked over to Yachi and started to feed Hiroto his snacks.

Hinata may have came over to grab one or two before Kageyama sent him a death glare for eating his son’s food. Just as Hiroto finished eating the break was over. Surprisingly Coach Ukai wanted to hold Hiroto. He stated that he hasn’t since he was born so who were you to argue about that.

You quickly went over to join the 6 v 6 because of the uneven player. Your team consisted of you, Tobio, Yams, Ono, Mori, and Ando. While everyone else was on the opposite team.

Team’s positions:

Kageyama - setter

Yamaguchi - middle blocker / pinch server

Hinata - ace / middle blocker

Tsukishima - middle blocker

Ono - wing spiker / opposite hitter

Mori - libero

Sato - wing spiker / pinch server

Misuki - opposite hitter / pinch server

Otauka - wing spiker

Kudo - setter / middle blocker

“Tobio you ready to win this” you turn to your baby daddy with an outreach hand. He responded with a handshake and turned to the opposition team. “Ouu we get to play against the queen and king” Tsukki smirked. In turn all you did was smiled and sweetly said “let’s see if the cat will beat the salty crow”. Hinata just fell out laughing.

“Umm Kuroo-senpai what do you mean cat vs. crow?” Misuki asked. “Well if you realized my last name is Kuroo, the same as Kuroo Tesurō. My older brother, even though I’ve always studied here I’m still somewhat considered a cat from Nekoma since I always went to their games in middle school and practiced with them until high school” you stated. “Senpai you’re amazing” all the 1st years cheered.

3rd person pov.

After the little interview everyone got ready. Yachi was keeping score for you guys. Coach Ukai gave little pointers in and there, but mostly observed on the sidelines to see what they needed to work on and whatnot.

Just as you guys were finishing the last set you and Tobio looked at each other and planned your secret attack. Basically you and Kags switch positions (yours being middle blocker). Just as Mori received the ball Kags made it look like he was about to set it ,but you ran behind him and did it instead. He took the opportunity to spike it over the net, confusing everyone and winning the game.

“Babe you finally got it right” you cheered as you jumped on his back. “Boke (y/n) Boke just don’t jump on my back and I’ve always had it” he fused. “Yea Yea whatever you say Tobi”

Just as y/n finished getting down, Ukai came over to y/n with a sleeping Hiroto in his arms. After whispering a quiet thank you, y/n walked over to Kageyama and asked him to hold Hiroto so she could finish cleaning.

“Oi royalty Yams is treating the team to meat buns you guys coming or do you have to take the prince home?” Tsukki questioned. “It’s up to Kags what he wants to do” y/n hummed in response. “We’ll go just give us a minute”. With that Tsukki just nodded and walked outside to probably report to Yams.

Y/n pov.

As we were walking down the sidewalk I got a text from my brother saying he was coming over to hangout. “Tobio onii-chan is coming over to hangout with us”. Kags just look at you meaning okay. “Hey guys we would love to talk with you guys after we get the meat buns ,but my brother is coming over so we have to leave right after.” Everyone responded with an ok.

“Umm Kuroo-san, can I ask a question if it’s not too personal?” Okauka asked. You nodded, telling to ask. “Well is that yours and Kageyama-san son?”

Ohh this is what he wanted to know. “Yea he is, last year I got pregnant and I still stayed in school and had Hiroto in October. After I had him I stayed home for around two months and only went to games to cheer everyone on. I can’t believe it’s been 7 months. Oh please don’t think differently of me for being a teen mom oh and Tobio too” you bowed at the 1st years.

“Oh Kuroo-san no no don’t think that way I just wanted to know and honestly I think that’s amazing you actually stayed in school the whole time. If I was in your shoes I don’t think I would be able to” Okauka said.

Just as he said that you guys reached Coach Ukai’s store. Yams and Tsukki went in while you guys waited outside. “(y/n)-chan come inside I have something Hiroto might like” Coach Ukai popped his hand out. You walked in and saw a bowl of apple yogurt. You thanked him and asked how he knew he liked apples. He responded saying lucky guess.

As you walked out Tobio had your meat bun in a bag with Hiroto in his arms. You grabbed the bag and said goodbye to the team and started to walk to the home you've been staying at for years.

Slowly waking home while eating in silence you turn towards Tobio. “When we get home drop Hiroto off with Tes and come take a shower with me, we both smell and after I just want to go straight asleep.”

“Can we do something while we’re in the shower” he smirked. You softly hit his arm…”no I’m tried first and second my brother there and we’re about to drop Hiroto on him, I don’t think he wants to hear us have shower sex” you looked over to get Kags slightly pouting and muttering under his breath.

“Maybe next time okay” he whole face lit up. After a few more minutes you guys arrived home.

“Hey my favorite young parents and teens.” Tesurō yelled. Both you and Kags looked at each other and got ready. “HERE HAVE HIROTO YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO HANGOUT RIGHT OKAY SO WE ARE GOING TO GO SHOWER AND GO TO SLEEP HAVE FUN WITH HIM LOVE YOU ONII-CHAN”

Tobio already sat Hiroto Tun his crib in the living room and ran upstairs with you. Just as you closed the door Tes yelled “REALLY THAT JUST COLD LEAVING ME HERE YOUR LUCKY I LIKE HIM MORE THAN YOU GUYS”.

Mission complete. Tobio started to run you guys a bath instead. “Tobi you’re not tricking me into having sex, I’m tried that’s final.” You heard me say ‘worth a shot’. You heard the water stop and someone stepping in.

So you walked in closed the bathroom door and let’s just say Tobio might’ve got a little something that night.

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Hola guys...yea I’m so sorry this took ages to update there just been a lot going on and I just have to keep pushing writing this chapter. I’ll try to do better.

Ok Spanish word of the day: manzana (apple)

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crushzone · 3 years

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uuuuuuh, you can choose this one. Ukai sr. Or his grandson keishin uwu

Let’s do both!!!

Ukai Ikkei and Ukai Keishin - Traditional Japanese Breakfast (Fish, Tamagoyaki, Rice, etc.) 🍱

Ikkei had always adored you as if you were his own daughter/son; you’ve been able to put up with his grumpy nature from the get go, always returning his frowns with a warm smile, and he wanted nothing more than for you to actually become a part of his family.

So he has a plan, under the early rise of the sun, when Keishin finally finishes his task at the farm, Ikkei pretends to walk by on his “morning stroll” and calls out to his grandson to come have some breakfast with him in a huffed voice (He still has to maintain that tough love energy.), knowing full well that by the time they return to his home, it would be right around when you’d come by to help him set up for his youth volleyball lesson.

And he was right, there you are smiling widely with a piece of toast in one hand, and the other tangled in a volleyball net as you awkwardly try to set it up one-handed.

“The net can wait! Come have real breakfast, that toast is not going to be enough.” He says, waving you over to his home, and you complied. Let’s say both you and Keishin were surprised to see a full Japanese Breakfast laid out on the table for you both, and a rather flustered Ikkei seating himself, a little embarrassed that he’s showing affection. “Eat up, kids.”

Guess Ukai Sr. is a lot sweeter than you might think. You spent the morning chit chatting, and definitely swapping contacts with Keishin. 😉

Send me your favorite character, and I will tell you what food you guys will have + under what situation. (Open)

#Games with Nin 👾#ukai keishin #ukai keishin x reader #ukai ikkei #ikkei #ukai imagine #ukai imagines #hq!! imagines #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu!! x reader

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i-need-entertainment · 3 years

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The Count Of Aoba Johsai: Chapter 4

Chapter 3-Chapter 5

Warnings: Mentions of torture (not graphic), minor-ish character death (sorry if it seems sudden, there’s just not much I could do with it y’know?), ending is kinda crack ngl

~Six Years Later~

It’s been six years since Kunimi was sent to Shiratorizawa. Six years since he’d been outside…six years since he’s seen his Y/n. Everyday was the same, wake up eventually, eat the terrible food they served, and sit and wait for the day to go by. He slumped against the wall, sighing as his eyes closed and his arms came to lay across his knees. He was barely recognizable by this point. He now had long, shaggy and tangled dark brown hair; which was down to his shoulders now. His dark gray brown eyes were lifeless, simply a void of the warmth they held before. His strong sharp jaw was now hidden by a scruffy short beard.

He had just fallen back into self pity when the ground started to shake. Jolting upwards he watched as an old man with messy gray hair erupted from the stone floors. The man looked at Kunimi, and Kunimi looked at the man. Silence lay between the two before he spoke, “Whoops. Wrong way.” Kunimi raised a dark brow, “…Wrong way where…?” The old man pulled himself out of the hole, “Wrong way out of here. I have spent the last few years digging this escape passage, only for it to have been the wrong way.” Kunimi looked at him slightly perplexed. “How do you know it was the wrong way?”

The old man looked at him, “Because if it had been the right way I would have been free by now.” Kunimi’s eyes widened. Freedom. That was a forgotten concept in this place. Aside from the brutish treatment of the prisoners and the sadistic tendencies of the warden, it was a well known fact that those sent to Shiratorizawa never got out. Kunimi scrambled in front of the man. “I was put in here on false charges, I’m innocent! Please, let me help you-“ The old man held a hand up. “What exactly were you put in here for young man.”

Kunimi took in a shaky breath, “I was betrayed by my closest friend…I was a sailor, we had to stop on the island of Karasuno due to our sickly captain. There…Ushijima gave me a letter to deliver to someone…when I returned I was ripped from my home, charged with treason I didn’t commit and thrown in here…Handed to the police on a silver platter by one I considered a brother.”

The old man nodded, “Son, did it ever occur to you to read said letter?” Kunimi looked down, “No…I can’t read…” The old man’s eyes widened, before he closed them, sighing. “Well, I see we have something in common.” Kunimi looked strangely at the man. “You can’t read either?” The man deadpanned, “I can read. I would hope I could, I was a priest after all…I meant being scorned by Ushijima. I was thrown in here by Ushijima himself. I refused to give him the map that led to the treasure of Nekoma, and he had me thrown in here.”

Kunimi’s eyes widened, “The treasure of Nekoma…it’s real?” The old man nodded, “It is. Let us make a deal. In return for helping me dig a new tunnel out of here, I’ll teach you all I know. Be it scholarship, swordsmanship whatever it may be I will teach it to you.” Kunimi looked at the man before nodding, “I accept. Please teach me all you can. Uhm- I never got your name.” The old man smiled, “And I never got yours.” “…Akira Kunimi.” The old man smiled, sticking out a hand for Kunimi to shake. “Ikkei Ukai.”

From that day forward the two spent hours upon hours everyday digging. While they dug Ikkei would test Kunimi on subjects such as economics, literature, mathematics, all subjects really. When they couldn’t dig, they practiced swordsman ship with wooden planks they ripped from the door frame. That was everyday for the next 7 years. This day had gone on like any other. They reviewed material, which was basically all they could do since Kunimi had practically learned it all, refined his swordsmanship and combat skills and continued digging.

Over the years Ikkei had been more than a mentor, but he had also been a friend. A close, honest one which was something Kunimi was in dire need of. Ikkei was also an excellent role model. Despite being wrongfully locked in a prison for 18 years, the man held no resentment. That was not something Kunimi could relate to. If there was one thing that kept him going it was the cold, unrelenting feeling of revenge. Everyday he was pushed forward by the knowledge that someday, he would have his revenge, even if it killed him he would have his retribution.

Currently, the two were digging their way to freedom when “IKKEI!!!” The tunnel ahead had collapsed, causing Ikkei to take the brunt of the blow. Dragging him out of the tunnel, Kunimi laid him on the floor, frantically searching for a way to help the old man. “Akira…” Kunimi continued to try and stop the bleeding, anything to keep the man alive. “AKIRA!” Kunimi, with tears in his eyes stopped to look at the man. Reaching into his shirt’s pocket he pulled out a paper. “..I’m not going to make it…we both know that,” “NO! You can’t die- You- You can’t! I-I’m not ready for you to go!”

The old man’s features softened, “Akira, You are more than ready *cough* if you use what I have taught you, and you use it for good you will go far in life.” He shakily handed Kunimi the paper, “This is the map…the map that leads to the Treasure of Nekoma…use it…for good…Akira…I know…you’re a good…man…Farewell My friend…” With that, his eyes closed, releasing his last breath as Kunimi’s eyes flooded with tears. Shoving the paper into his shirt Kunimi dried his eyes. He was getting out of here. Maybe not through the tunnel. But he would not let Ikkei’s teachings and help go to waste.

“GUARDS!! HE’S DEAD! A MAN IS DEAD COME QUICK!” The door busted open, two guards entering and one having been sent to retrieve the warden. Walking in Semi looked down at the old man, “Hm…I must ask, just exactly how has he ended up in here…when I know for a fact his cell is downstairs?” Kunimi glared at the man, Semi just shrugged. “Oh well, he’s dead now, nothing I can do about it. Guards, give him the bag I don’t care what happens from here, just have him out of here by noon. I don’t need the whole prison smelling like death.” Turning on his polished heel he walked back to his office, leaving a fuming Kunimi alone.

Looking at the body bag, he got an idea….So, that brings us to now, Kunimi is currently being carried by a guard, the guard of course assuming the body in the bag was the old man’s, when in fact it was a limp Kunimi. You may be wondering why the guards hadn’t noticed, well for one the staff of Shiratorizawa was anything but attentive, so when they came in to retrieve the body they were oblivious to the fact the body in the corner was Ikkei’s- not Kunimi’s- and that the body in the bag was Kunimi’s- not Ikkei’s.

Exiting the prison, the guards made their way to the edge of the cliff, Semi not too far behind them. “Well, go ahead, I’d much prefer to get back inside if it’s all the same to y-“ Just as Semi was about to leave Kunimi emerged from the bag, fighting off the guards as he landed a solid punch to Semi’s face. Not wanting to waste anytime Kunimi ran and jumped into the sea below, not hesitating for even a second as he did this.

As soon as he hit the water he fought the waves to make it to the surface, which he did, as he started his journey to the shore. He didn’t know where he was headed, but at this point he didn’t even care. He was going to get back to Marseilles, no matter what it took. He swam. And he swam and he swam under one strong wave pushed him onto the grainy sand. He clawed at it as he dragged himself up the beach, he almost cried, laughed even.

That is until he was blinded by the glint coming from the sword pointed at his head. “Now, now, now. What do we have here~” Rubbing his eyes and pushing his wet hair out of the way, Kunimi looked up to see chocolate brown eyes looking back at him. “Oi! Loserkawa, what is it?!” Kunimi past the brunette to see another man with spikey brown hair and a muscular build making his way to him. “For dramatic purposes I’m going to ignore the insult.”

Rolling his eyes the spikey haired man walked over to Kunimi. “I believe I’ve found a solution to our rather annoying problem.” Kunimi raised his eyebrow, a silent question for the brown haired man. Kneeling down, Oikawa looked at Kunimi with an intense expression. “You see, we’re pirates. We steal, we kill you know the story. Our problem is this fellow,” The man turned to point at another man, a much younger frightened man who couldn’t have been older than Kunimi himself.

“Yuutarou, took more than he was supposed to. Hence, we had no choice but to kill him.” Another pirate came forwards, this one having pinkish brown hair, “I mean, there were plenty of other choices, but you insisted on ‘take him out here and now’-“ The captain scowled, “I don’t need your sass Makki! Anyways~ As much as I would love to spare the young lads life, It would make me look weak as a captain. And seeing as we are pirates we really can’t have that. But now you’re here! And that makes things much more interesting.”

The spikey brunette cocked an eyebrow, crossing his toned arms over his chest. “Do you have a point to your incessant rambling or can I go take a nap?” Oikawa huffed, “Yes, Iwa, there is a point. As I was saying, I think we should have a good old fashioned fight to the death, between our beloved Yuutarou,” Oikawa waved a hand towards the poor shaking man, “And…Uhm…You are…?” Kunimi looked at him, “Akira….Akira Kunimi..”

Oikawa clapped his hands together as he stood up. “Excellent! Well than if Yuutarou wins he can return to the crew. If Akira wins, he can replace him.” Kunimi stood, “What if I don’t want to be a pirate…?” Oikawa shrugged, walking a ways away before he turned, giving Kunimi a stare that shook him to his core, “Then you both die and we’re short a member.” The unique man turned once again and sat down on a sideways log, gesturing for the two men to be brought to the make shift ring. “May the best man win”

#kunimi x reader #kunimi x y/n #kunimi akira #kunimi angst #shirabu x reader #shirabu x y/n #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu angst #aoba johsai #semi eita #ukai ikkei #y/n #haikyuufanfiction #haikyu x reader #Haikyuu!!#haikyu angst #angst #betrayal

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heyitsmeyuhh · 2 years

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Blood and Wine (mafia!Suna Rintaro x reader)

AN// Hey y’all, I’m back! I recently started a grad program, so I’ll be posting when I can. I’ve been so excited to post this story because I feel like I had so much inspiration for it, but I wanted to get a few chapters in so I didn’t have to keep going back to edit the details as I went. I’ll try to update my other story when I get more written, but I’ve been so focused on getting this one up and going. Feel free to message me if you guys want to!

TW// Mention of drugs, some violence and blood, some suggestive language.

WC// 2K+

Chapter 1

He had been watching her closely for a few weeks now, eyes drifting down her neck, her chest, her ass. She drifted through his club, unaware of his predatory gaze looming over her. She had been coming here regularly for a few weeks now and she always played the same game: she’d let a few guys buy her drinks, she’d pretend to drink them, and then she’d slip into the corner to buy drugs before immediately leaving.

He always observed her little ritual, wondering what a girl like her was doing buying drugs, let alone in a club like his. Suna Rintaro, head of the Inarizaki clan and owner of over half of the adult clubs in the city, was intrigued by this pretty little nobody. With just the flick of his wrist he could get anything, or anyone that he wanted. In the beginning, that kind of power was intoxicating. Now, he’s just bored. There’s no fun if there’s no chase, and he’d lost the need to chase anything years ago. She was the first thing to spark his interest in a very long time.

Suna sat above the house in the VIP area and drank up her body, her movements, her sultry smile. She would often flirt with the Johns who were buying her fruity little drinks, but Suna could see the distaste on her face when they would turn away. It gave him a sick sense of pride, knowing that she has rejected every last one of them, a covetous sensation slowly bleeding into his black heart every time he saw her. She gave him a sense of excitement when he watched her, one he hadn’t felt since the other yakuza factions had ended the turf wars and drawn territorial lines for the sake of peace. He had the same feeling when he put a bullet in the brain of Ukai Ikkei, former head of the Black Jackals.

Tonight, Suna saw her walk over to the same corner that she had bought from for the last few nights. She pulled a wad of cash out of her bra and slipped it to the dealer between her index and middle finger. She looks like a pro, he thought with a hint of admiration, but this feeling passed as he cocked his head in her direction, signaling his men. As she slipped the tiny plastic baggie into the same spot she had retrieved her money, Suna could see Miya Atsumu grab her arm and whisper something into her ear.

He rose from the couch and walked to the railing of the platform with his drink. He stood, back to the stairs as he swirled the vodka around in the cup absently. He could hear a small struggle as the twins made their way up to where he was waiting, quiet grunts coming from the struggling girl. No one in the club was paying her any mind, the bass of the music pounding over all other sound. The two men dropped her on the floor behind Suna, and he slowly turned as she stood.

She was just as gorgeous in person as she was from afar. Her slate grey eyes met his cool green ones with anger, challenging him. Her bleached blonde hair was disheveled from the struggle, but it hung around her shoulders and down her back like a cascade. She had a sharp jawline leading down to a slender neck and full breasts, lined by the skin-tight black bodysuit she was wearing. Suna’s eyes devoured her figure, but he kept his expression level.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she spat at him, facing him with no hint of fear in her eyes.

“I could ask you the same question,” he answered flatly.

“I was having a good time until your little goons dragged me up here!”

“Goons?” Atsumu asked, looking at his brother, clearly offended. Suna glanced at him sideways and he shut up again.

His eyes shifted back to the girl. “Don’t lie to me, I know why you come here,” Suna raised his eyebrow expectantly, “Y/n.” Her eyes flashed with a glint of fear, and he could see her façade starting to crack.

“How do you know my name?” she leaned back imperceptibly, subconsciously putting some distance between her and Suna, but she didn’t step back. She glanced around to Suna’s men scattered around the VIP lounge, confusion and suspicion replacing her anger.

Suna turned to the silent twin and gave a slight nod. He turned to leave, and the blonde moved behind Y/n. Soon, Miya Osamu came from the back room, wrestling a scrawny man to the floor. He put his boot on his back and grabbed a fistful of hair to yank his head back to look at the group. The bump of the music in the background was loud enough to drown out the man’s grunts, but the scream ripping from her throat was clear to Suna.

“No!” she tried taking a step toward her brother, but Atsumu grabbed her arms to hold her in place. “Let him go, what are you doing?” She kicked and struggled, but she couldn’t overcome the strength of the blonde twin behind her.

“Calm down, bunny, you’ll ruin that beautiful skin of yours if you keep struggling.” Suna ran the back of his fingers down the soft flesh of her arm and she jerked back away from his touch.

“Don’t you ever call me that,” she threatened darkly. He set his jaw and continued.

Suna began to walk slowly between the two siblings. “Unfortunately, you see, we can’t let him go. The last time we did that, he decided to use his sweet sister to spend my money on my product.” He kneeled down on one knee in front of the man, powerless on the ground. “I can’t have that again.” Suna’s arm wound up behind him and he struck the man in the face, ripping his hair from Osamu’s grasp. Y/n screamed behind him again as he stood slowly, cleaning the blood from his fingers with a handkerchief.

“What do you mean your money?” She looked at Suna with wild eyes. Her chest was heaving from the exertion, and her hair was tossed back over her slender shoulders. Suna walked right up to her, inches from her chest, close enough to notice the heat radiating from her body. He nodded for the second time at Atsumu and he released her arms, but not without her yanking her arm from his grasp.

“Well, bunny, I’m sorry to inform you but your brother here owes me a lot of money. Gambling debts, most likely, but I don’t stick my nose in other people’s financial decisions,” Suna’s eyes glanced at her breasts, again, the small baggie peeking out from under the lining of her bra. He smiled slyly and continued. “However, I had come to collect, and when I confronted him a month ago, he seemingly disappeared. That’s when I noticed a pretty little girl spending time at the bar before buying–” he slipped two fingers into the hem of her shirt and slipped out the baggie of white powder–“drugs.” He waved it a moment in front of her face before sliding it into the breast pocket on his suit. She looked down, avoiding eye contact.

He walked in a semi-circle around her slowly, like a lion toying with its prey, as he continued. “It was quite obvious that someone like you was not deep into hard substances, so you really do stand out when you come back for more. That’s when I did a little digging, and what do I find, but your brother, skipping out on his debts, but still finding enough to ‘buy’ my product.” Suna looked to the side, where the dealer from earlier was hiding in the shadows. He motioned for him to bring over the bundle of cash that she had paid him with earlier.

By this time, the man on the ground had begun to struggle and plead incoherently. The blow to the face had knocked out a front tooth and his check was too swollen to allow him to speak properly. His eye was beginning to darken, but he persisted. Osamu grabbed his hair again and slammed his face into the marble flooring, spattering droplets of red across the beautiful white. Y/n shrieked for him to stop, but her feet were glued to the floor where she stood.

“How much have you paid in the last month?” Suna asked calmly.

“I don’t know, please just stop!” She cried.

“How much?”

“¥170,000,” she said hesitantly.

“¥170,000,” he repeated. He walked up right behind her, leaning over her shoulder to whisper in her ear. “Did you know he owes me over ¥5.5 million?”

A shiver rippled down her spine and tears formed in her eyes, her tough demeanor finally cracking completely. He could see the panic written on her face as he prepared to dispose of her brother. But, he wasn’t a complete monster, despite his reputation, and he turned to Atsumu and ordered him to escort her from the bar while he took care of the dirty work.

“Wait, please, I’ll give you anything!” She turned to face Suna, looking up at him with her shining silver eyes. “Please don’t kill him.” Suna could hear the man groan, Osamu having yanked him up by his hair to a standing position again. Blood had dried on his nose and mouth, and his cheekbone was clearly shattered, leaving his eye to swell shut.

Suna was no stranger to family member’s begging for their loved one’s life, but for some reason he was taken aback by her offer. His eyes darkened, and his voice deepened. “You should be very careful about what you offer to me.”

“Please,” she begged, her eyes pleading with Suna, unaware of the power she was willingly sacrificing to him. He noted the silence emanating from her brother, making no move to protest her bargain.

Suna set his jaw and grinned imperceptibly. His shoulders rolled back, and he towered over the girl. He reached up and grabbed her chin roughly. She winced but held eye contact with the dark figure looming over her.

“Well, then, this is an interesting proposition. Atsumu, what do you think this girl has to offer me that could be worth 5 million?” The blonde shook his head but remained silent. “Osamu?” The silver-headed twin did the same. Her eyes grew more desperate, but never left his.

“I see, well, lucky for you I am more resourceful than these two here. I have an idea of how you can pay your brother’s debts, but first,” Suna’s wrist twisted and he turned her face, so she was looking at her brother. “I want you to look at the man who sold your soul to the devil.”

He could feel her tense in his grip, but she held firm, watching as Osamu dragged her brother into the back alley to beat him again before releasing him. Suna could feel a wetness on his fingers as her tears finally slipped from her beautiful eyes. He turned her to look at him again and released his hold on her.

“Now, here are my terms. I own a burlesque club a few blocks from here. I want you to work for me there for one year. You will live in an apartment of my choosing, with access to an escort at your pleasure. All your needs will be provided. If you skip town, if you miss a shift without approval, if you so much as think about reneging on this deal, I will hunt your brother down and bury him alive. Do you understand me?”

She looked at Suna confused but nodded. He seemed satisfied until she interjected, “Only one year?”

He turned back to look at her. “Only one year,” he confirmed. She seemed to relax a bit, but her tension was still clear.

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch, but you will follow my rules without impunity. You will obey my orders, you will not ask questions, you will not involve authorities with any of my business dealings, and you will not fraternize with any clients.” She closed her mouth and nodded slowly.

“Good, I will send my men to collect your things from your brother’s house and they will meet you at the apartment. Atsumu, if you please.” He signaled Atsumu to walk her back down the stairs and out the front door to the driver waiting outside. Suna, satisfied with his transaction, picked up his glass again and downed the rest before exiting through the back.

#suna rintarō #suna rintarou #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #suna x reader #rintaro x reader #mafia!suna #haikyuu mafia #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna haikyuu #rintaro haikyuu #suna fic #rintaro fic #mafia fic

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satuguro · 4 years

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tenshi | prologue

IN WHICH: after two years living with her mom in america, y/n can finally come home.

PAIRING(S): tsukishima kei x ukai! volleyball player! reader, maybe kageyama tobio x ukai! volleyball player! reader

INSOIRED BY: all i want — kodaline

WARNING: bad relationship with a parent, hint(s) of divorce, cursing

A/N: oops i redid it but oh well! i hope you enjoy <3

prologue, pt. 1, pt. 2

your hands gripped the straps of your bag harshly, heart thumping hard in your chest as you tried to keep your cool.

two years ago, you were taken from your peaceful life with your dad in order to live with your mom in america. you didn’t even want to go with her, but you were only 16 at the time. you had no say in your life, much less who you wanted to live with.

“what?” you were dumbfounded, staring at your father with tears threatening to brim your eyes. he, however, was looking away and avoiding your gaze.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured, guilt laced in his tone as he sniffed angrily. he looked nothing like your mother, who looked at you with a stoic yet triumphant expression.

she had won. that was all that mattered.

“i’ll pick her up at 8 am sharp tomorrow,” your mom turned towards your father, whose eyes were still downcast. his hair, which was usually pulled back in his headband, fell in small wisps over his face.

he was defeated.

“keishin.” her voice was sharp. annoyed. condescending. unfortunately, it was her normal voice.

“fine.” he spat, hastily wiping the tears that streamed down his face. you only watched on, feeling the first tear roll down your cheek.

you were both defeated.

deep breaths. in and out.

you had lived in new york during your two years in america. you lived in an apartment with your mom and her boyfriend, much to your dismay. he was one of many, and you never took kindly to the other men before him, but you had a special kind of dislike for him. it was a passionate hatred that made ‘family dinners’ turn into a condescending showdown between you and the couple.

you didn’t think that you’d come back, yet here you were. frankly, you were terrified. you hadn’t left japan with the best goodbye.

you reached into the pocket of your jacket, pulling out a lollipop that you quickly unwrapped and popped in your mouth. you fixed the hairband that held your hair back.

life is just a game. face it head on.

“what do you mean by ‘leaving?’”

his face was as stoic as ever, as was his voice. but what else did you expect from him?

“i have to go to new york.” you reached down and grabbed your bag. you didn’t want to look at him; he was one of the few who knew that you had to go. the guilt was eating you up alive, but he didn’t need to know that. “to live with my mom.”

from behind his glasses, the amber eyes of tsukishima blinked in disbelief. you couldn’t leave. you still had to accompany them to spring nationals and help your dad out with their practices. how could you tell him so late? he was one of your best friends. how could you do this to him?

“i leave tomorrow,” you added with a shaky sigh. “8 am. tell the others, okay?” you turned to look at him, expecting to see the cold expression that used to bring you comfort. instead, you found nothing.

kei had left.

“y/n?”

you turned your head towards the call of your name, a smile breaking out on your face when you saw your dad and your great grandpa both standing a few ways behind you.

the ukai reputation followed you all no matter where you went, and the mere sight of both coach ukais at the same place was a rare sight to behold. as usual, your dad stood a few feet away from his grandpa in fear of yet another one of the old man’s kicks.he never did get used to them.

“dad! grandpa!” you ran towards them at full speed, grabbing them both into a hug that nearly crushed their backs. you had gotten quicker over the years.

“y/n!” they both yelled in unison, and you let out a relieved laugh as they hugged you back.

a part of you wanted to cry out of happiness. another part of you wanted to yell and cheer as loudly as you could. but you did none of those, choosing to relish in the arms of the people you had missed so dearly.

“you guys didn’t have to come along,” you sniffed, trying to play your sadness off as you stared at the large group of boys in front of you. your arms were still around yachi, who was sobbing into your arms and babbling about how you shouldn’t go.

“c’mon y/n, we aren’t that mean,” tanaka snickered, eyes glassy as he ruffled your hair. next to him, nishinoya nodded his head energetically.

“we couldn’t just let you go without saying bye,” suga added with a kind smile, and you managed one too.

you hugged them all individually, listening to their words of advice and reassurance in your ear.

you hugged yamaguchi tightly, feeling his arms hug you equally as tight as you let your tears wet his shirt. ever so softly, you whispered, “he didn’t come.”

you had looked for his familiar blonde hair the moment you saw the others walk in. you found nothing; he hadn’t shown up. the night before, you had taken the time to call him over and over. you wanted to say sorry. you wanted to say goodbye, and he didn’t respond each time.

yamaguchi froze for a second before relaxing, a deep sigh leaving his lips. “i told him to come. tsukki has a reason, i know it.” he pulled away, his freckled smile hiding some kind of guilt behind it as he looked at you one more time. it wasn’t his place to say. “you’ll call, right?”

you nodded. “of course i will, tadashi.”

“i had to sneak out every night to play! can you imagine— she hated volleyball that much!” your hands waved wildly, nearly smacking your dad in the face as you ranted on about your experience with your mom.

was it obvious that you took after your dad more?

“unbelievable!” your grandpa ikkei yelled out, his voice so loud that it made his grandson nearly swerve off of the rod. “i’m telling you keishin, it’s a good thing things ended the way it did because your daughter’s talent cannot be stopped!”

“i hear you, shitty old man,” your dad grumbled under his breath, but of course, grandpa ikkei heard it. immediately, he grabbed his grandson’s ear.

“what did you just call me? if we weren’t in a car dealing with your stupid driving then i would kick your ass—!”

you watched it all play out from the back seat, a beaming smile on your face as you listened to their arguing. it felt good to be home.

┈┈ 𑁍༅ཾ༚ ┈┈

A/N: i redid this idea with different pairings and a slightly different plotline. thanks for reading!

pt. 1 is here, pt. 2

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima angst #tsukishima headcanons #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima imagines #yamaguchi tadashi #kageyama x reader #kageyama imagines #kageyama smut #kageyama tobio #haikyuu imagines #ukai keishin

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rocorambles · 3 years

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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

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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.”

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

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.

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