Summary: Even the people that are most in love can fall out of it. But what do you do when one of is still holding on to what once was and isn't willing to let go while the other lies to themselves about their own feelings. And what lies have led to the downfall of what you once thought was perfect.
Iwaizumi x Fem Reader
Warnings: 18+. Cheating. Toxic Relationships. Drug Use. Smut. Mentions of Suicide.
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15. Part 16.
.summary. In where your boyfriend likes watching you get fucked, and you are a bit too late to tell him that maybe it’s a bad idea.
.word count. 2.8k
.pairing. miya atsumu x fem!reader x sakusa kiyoomi
.genre. smut (m), slightly angsty
.warnings. cuckolding, tbh incel!omi, spit play, voyeurism, masturbation, praise vs. degradation, atsumu’s fingers (yes this deserves a warning, i’m obsessed), unprotected sex, possibly cheating-ish?
.author’s note. “I absolutely don’t thirst for Atsumu or Kiyoomi, don’t know what it is but I just don’t,” I say all bright eyed, you know, like a liar. Anyway, I don’t know how this happened either but I hope you enjoy it!
The first time was a once-off, you’d thought. You had been clingy all day, and your boyfriend had been so tired from practice. So he asked someone to help out for you, and that’d been that. No big deal. You’d been a bit surprised that of all people, he’d asked Miya Atsumu to do the job, but considering the setter’s long fingers had soon been stuffed deep into you it didn’t occupy your thoughts much. You’d all be going your separate ways anyways, you and your boyfriend back to your apartment, and Atsumu would stay in his own little world far enough away.
summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship.
Hellloo Can I request where the MSBY boys (Saku, Atsu, Hina,Bo) trains their naive little manager? and now she's their fully fledge cum dumpster and their girl 🥴 like the others thought that she's still innocent by the way she act but the boys knew that you are slut in front of them tysm!!!!!!
a/n: Hell yes! I always wanted to write something about them c: Hope You will like it :)
Pairing: Black Jackals x Reader
Tw: dubcon, anal, overstimulation, cum overload, fivesome, double penetration
Wordcount: 2,6k
You wouldn't take your job as manager of the Black Jackals lightly. The guys could be really exhausting at times, but you still enjoyed watching them, cheering them on, helping them everywhere you could. Four of them seemed to be particularly interested in you, but you didn't think anything special about it, after all, they just want to be nice. Atsumu, who always liked to give you a little tweak in your butt, and was all in all very touchy. Bokuto, who hugged you tightly once a day, while his hand always wandered a little deeper. Hinata, who always picked you up after every game in bridal style and pressed you against him while he was cheering, the hand that held you, was tight on your butt what made you blushing mess. And of course Sakusa. He didn't really like human contact at all, but with you he was somehow different, he liked to talk to you, even sometimes hugging you after a win, but you couldn't see his dirty grin, when he felt your breasts pressing firmly against his chest.
They knew how naive you were and shamelessly took advantage of it to satisfy their craving for you.
But when Bokuto saw you on a free noon with a boy who was pretty close to you, of course he immediately told the others about it and they all agreed they had to make something clear to you.
Sakusa wrote to you late at night. You were a little confused about what Sakusa wanted from you so late.
"Hey y/n-chan, im sorry to bother you at this time but I've left my keys in the lockeroom. Could you maybe come and unlock the door for me?“
You immediately typed that you would be there in 10 minutes, wondering why he didn't just ask the captain. With quick steps you went to the door, where Sakusa was standing alone, and already had you in his sight. "I'm sorry that you had to come here that late.“ He said to you while you tried to unlock the door, but it was already open. With a questioning look, you looked back at Sakusa, who was now standing very close behind you, and pushed you into the lockeroom, and Kick the door shut with his foot.
The lights went on and right in front of you were Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto, with a big grin. Now you were completely confused. The door was open all the time? And why are the three here? "G-guys? What's going on?", your voice let out your discomfort as you looked back and forth between the four. Atsumu was the first to speak. "Actually you should know why you're here manager-chan." Your question mark in your head got bigger and bigger, just like your eyebrow which got higher and higher. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry.“
Sakusa was the next to speak. "Oh yeah you did, but no problem we accept your apology, but we expect a little more than a simple apology." His arms crossed over each other on his chest while he leaned against the wall. "Sure uhm- I'll invite you to an ice cream?" You answered with a questioning undertone, still unsure what you did wrong. "I'm thinking of something better, right?“ Atsumu asked around and everyone nodded.
Now Bokuto came up to you with wide arms to pull you with him and to place you on his lap on a bench while he roamed his hands over your figure and pushed your sweater up, exposing your bra. His hands were warm on the skin, it was comfortable, but the whole thing happened so irrationally. You let it just happen, the hands that you felt on your skin were too pleasant. They were joined by two more on your legs that they spread and put everything that covered you off. It was Hinata's hands that pulled your thighs apart and ran over them once. A voice penetrated your ear. "Ya know, you were a bad manager, we thought you belonged to us. This all."
Bokuto made it clear while he grabbed your tits. "Suddenly I see you with such a stupid schoolboy who probably can't even protect you as we can." His hands were everywhere, one brushed the hair from your face, the other kneaded your chest, which made you wince slightly. As Hinata let his hands get closer and closer to your cunt you had to twitch briefly. "W-what? I don’t know what you mean“, you stuttered while their hands continued to slide over your flesh. The other two men watched with a satisfied smile, lazily touching their cocks trough their sweatpants. "Oh you know what i mean Angel" now he tilted your face and looked deep into your eyes before he pulled you into a lovely kiss. It felt as intimate as a warm summer night. Hinata had meanwhile arrived at your cunt and stretched your lips with two fingers apart to lick between it. It made you moan into the kiss. But Hinata didn’t stop, on the contrary, he became faster and more energetic. You broke away from the kiss to put your head on Bokuto's shoulder and claw your finger in Hinata’s orange hair.
"Mmhm, you like that don't you? Keep going Shoyo, she likes it!"
Bokuto exclaimed. The addressed man lifted his head once to look up and grin. "She tastes so good Bokuto-san!" Shortly afterwards he sank back between your thighs while Bokuto played with your nipples. Your moans could not be held back so you put your hand over your mouth to hide them, but your hand was quickly pulled away. "Let us hear you Princess." Bokuto mumbled. And while the two kept going you noticed how your climax was getting closer and closer, it only needed a little push. This push came when the man behind you now attacked your neck and sucked tight. Your body hunched up, your hands clenched in Hinata's hair.
Atsumu couldn't take his eyes off you during the whole process, caught in your noises and movements. Your breathing had quickened and your senses were slowly coming back. Hinata slowly got up to take off his shirt. Your gaze slid over him. His built wasn’t that bad. Your hands clenched behind you around the neck of Bokuto who now slowly sat you down on the floor.
"I think it's our turn isn't it?" Atsumu now came into it. You totally forgot about him and Sakusa. Bokuto pouted as he had just taken off his boxers and his hard cock bumped against his stomach. Your mouth watered. Now Sakusa was in front of you and blocked your view. What you didn't notice, he was already naked just like Atsumu. This time your gaze wandered down and back up to Sakusa‘s face. He smiled a little bit.
"Come on, be a good girl and get on my cock," said the black-haired now while he sat down on the floor. You nodded lightly and crawled over him. His hand led his penis to your entrance, and slowly rubbed it against your cunt, back and forth.
"Please fill me up Sakusa!" you moanded, too desperate to be filled up.
"You sure?" he answered with a raised brow. You nodded to him, and he sank into you in one motion which let your eyes cramp together and your hands drawn together on his chest. He let out a loud, almost bestial moan. You didn't notice that suddenly behind you was Atsumu until he put a hand on your back and pushed you down to Sakusa.
"I need a place too baby.“ He smiled at your questioning face. But when he slowely rubbed his dick an the same entrance you and Sakusa were connected, you shook your head immediately. "No there's no place for you Ats-"
but he already sank in you right beside Sakusa's cock. He had too groan because of the friction of Atsumu's cock. It burned really bad, it was just too much filled up right now. Just not that there were two in you at the same time, they weren't really that small, which didn't made the whole thing easier. Fortunately, Atsumu gave you a little time to get used to the new feeling until he built a slow pace, while Atsumu’s hand caressed your shoulder blades. "Fuck- so tight." Sakusa hissed while his hands were grabbing on to your hips.
"Oh baby, how long we dreamed about that, to make you out lil 'slut just for us. Well-fuck, we have to learn a lot but your doing great right now." the blonde setter behind you groaned while he picked up the pace and perfectly kissed your cervix every time. Your brain could not process the information, it was too absorbed to notice the two cocks in you. Also Sakusa tried to generate a few thrusts, and your body jolted on instant. Your face was suddenly turned to one side by pulling your hair to see Hinata looking down at you while his cock glistened with pre-cum right in front of your face. "Take it." he only commented while he buried his hand in your hair a little tighter. Your mouth opened to let him in, and he took advantage of it by picking up a quick pace right away. He used your mouth like you were just a doll. You had to spit, and cough while he was totally abusing your throat. Your hand was suddenly put around another penis, which declared itself to be Bokuto, who looked at you with a pout. He probably feels left out. So your hand picked up a pace as best it could and slid up and down his thick length.
Your tongue rolled the length of Hianata‘s cock back and forth over the tip, sometimes having to let out a moan, which made your mouth vibrate. Hinata's head was in his neck and his hand tightened in your hair. "So your pretty mouth can be used for more," groaned Hinata. Your last final lick made him groan, while he spilled is cum in your throat. You had to cough, a little bit spilled out of your mouth, while the other half went down your throat. His hand released your hair, and he sat down, to relax.
Atsumu's thrusts became more and more precise and hard, which brought you closer to your second orgasm. Your hand was still around Bokuto, who had to howl loudly as your hand was getting faster and faster. And when he turned your chin in his direction, his cum went in your face and upper body. It dripped all over your body and Bokuto looked at you with a satisfied grin. But now you felt your climax approaching, especially when Sakusa's hand suddenly came to your breasts.
Your eyes rolled back, your hands clenched in the bicep of Sakusa and with another sharp thrust came another wave of euphoria. Your walls tightened around the two as your strength slowly left your body. As you were about to fall forward, a hand held you around your neck. It was Atsumu who now held you up and pushed himself further into you. Sakusa who thrust into you again came all of a sudden, and fucked his whole load into you. "Fuuuuck- so tight." He hissed while he made sure to fuck all his load in you. Atsumu who felt everything, had to groan as well, while he looked down where you two are connected. Sakusa‘s cum dripped from you onto his cock. However, everything was getting too much for you, you howled softly, you were too sensitive at the moment after two orgasms. "Dont worry, I hurry up." Atsumu groaned, and in fact after the next thrust he came into you too. Both now pulled out, and the two loads of cum just dripped out of you. The sudden emptiness let you groan. Your body was gently passed on, but you didn't notice that, your senses were blown away.
Bokuto was suddenly in front of you and looked at you with a shimmering and excited face. You only now noticed that you were on his lap, his length lying tense against you. How could he have had so much stamina?
He picked you up by your waist to lower you on top of his member. Your hands automatically slid to his shoulders to give you a little strength. He had to groan, "Fuck you are still so tight even though you only had two cocks in you." He groaned while his hands cramped on your hips. "I want her too Bokuto-san" Hinata pouted behind you, his length in his hand. "Take her Ass." Bokuto only commented. Your thoughts said you should say something about it but nothing came out of your mouth. And then his tip was already on the tight muscle ring, and penetrated without any preparation. It made you howl. "Shhh, baby come on be a good girl, alright." Bokuto whispered softly in your ear while his hand ran soothingly over your back. But it got tighter as Hinata pushed further and further, until you noticed that he was completely inside. It was an uncomfortable but kinda satisfying feeling, even if you had already two orgasms behind you. Now Bokuto raised you again to get you on the two cocks up and down. At the beginning slower, but after he saw your face to make sure your okay he was going faster. When Hinata‘s hand clapped on your ass cheek you had to groan loudly, out of nowhere you were completely horny again.
"Your doing Great." Bokuto groaned, he sank in and out of you, while his tip kissed your point perfect. His balls slapped against your skin, and Hinata groaned behind you while he held your butt open to see where you two are connected. ,,She‘s so perfect, our little manager.“ he moaned, while he thrusted into you. You were a moaning mess, full of cum and no strength in you anymore. It was humiliating and you never imagined that, this would ever happen.
His pace became faster and more hectic, so that you couldn't hold out for long until you reached the climax for the third time and just let yourself go. It was liberating to finally untie the knot. Your walls cramped around the two, you kind of sucked them into you. Bokuto seemed to be getting too much and load his cum into your cunt. His hips stuttered, while his hands were still on your hips. you would very likely have red marks tomorrow. Now only Hinata was left who did not wait long and came on your ass and back. You felt dirty, used, you just wanted to wash yourself and lie in your bed, but what you didn't know, this was not the last round, because Atsumu came up to you again with a big grin. The night went on for a few more laps, they persuaded you to be hers, their own little cum garbage to discharge. Until you couldn't say anything, not even your own name. Now after a week, they had you perfectly under their control, their own little manager slut. They knew what you wanted to do every time you accidentally let something fall and tried to pick it up from the floor and your skirt slipped up higher than necessary, how you accidentally brushed them across their crouch when you walked past them. You became her own little slut, and whether you would ever get out of there remains to be doubted.
a/n: please heed the warnings, block the tag [ 🍯 ]bitter.sweet if you dont want to see dark content.
maam i know this was a threat and all i want to know is why. i horny cried the entire time please
ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ ᴛʀᴇɴᴅ & ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ
suna
it always felt like you were being watched, no matter what you did. you were being watched, not by a stranger, but by your stepbrother. you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, and it never failed to make you feel uneasy. maybe you were dramatic? he’s your stepbrother, after all.
your parents are gone on vacation, wanting to spend time for themselves, and leaving you alone with suna. that uneasy feeling continues to bubble up within you, making you decide to spend most of your time in your room.
you’re lying on your bed, humming to yourself as you flip through your favorite manga. a soft knock on your door grabs your attention, and you can feel your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. one knock turns to two, then three.
suna grumbles before jingly the locked doorknob, “open the door, i made you some food.”
you gently close your manga, sighing as you climb off of your bed. you unlock the door, pulling it open and looking down at suna’s empty hands, “where’s the fo-”
suna shoves past you, kicking the door closed behind him. he smiles down at you, slowly creeping towards you and backing you into a corner. his large hands grip your waist, before two fingers hook on the inside of your pajama shorts.
“these are really pretty, y/n. though if you asked me,” he licks his lips before leaning down close to your ear, “they’d look prettier on the floor.”
you yelp as suna yanks your shorts down, your hands pressing against his chest in an attempt to push him away. he tsks, his own brute strength overpowering you as he shoves down you onto your bed. one of his hands pins your wrists above your head, while the other toys with your clit. a calloused fingertip slowly dances across your bud, rubbing small tight circles against it.
you gasp, your legs snapping shut and clamping down around suna’s arm, “nii-san, please!”
“please? well, since you asked so nicely.”
his fingers trail down from your clit, spreading your lips further apart before plunging two of them deep within your hole.
“no! please, no!” you mewl, your lower half wriggly as you try to squirm away.
“no? you’re telling me no, but your pussy keeps sucking my fingers in. what’s the truth, hm?”
suna’s fingers continue to work your gummy inner walls, pushing you closer to your orgasm. your pleas and moans grow louder the more his fingers rub against that familiar spongy spot. you continue to squirm around, finally managing to kick suna in his legs. he grunts, the firm grip on your wrists loosening as he grabs his leg in pain. you crawl off your bed and scramble to your feet, your hand reaching for the doorknob. you’re so close, only to feel a hand entangle itself in your hair and pull you back. in an instant, you find yourself face down, ass up, your precious stepbrother towering over you. suna smooshes your cheek against the carpet, his other free hand swiftly tugging his sweatpants down.
“nii-san, no! don’t, ah!”
suna grabs the base of his cock, smearing the head against your clit before slamming his entire length into your cunt. your eyes roll to the back of your head, toes curling as you try to adjust to the size of his cock.
“fuck, look at how your tiny little pussy is swallowing my cock,” he hisses.
harsh thrusts send your body lunging forward, the slap of suna’s hips against your ass making it jiggle. heavy cum-filled balls slap against your clit, the sensation causing your cunny to clamp down around his girthy cock.
‘suna-nii, mmph!”
“hm, what was that? bet you never had a cock this big rip you open, huh? you like your nii-san stretching you like this?”
his hands hold onto your hips, kneading at the skin and pulling you back to meet his thrusts. his eyes are glued to where the two of you are connected, a deep groan falling from his lips as he watches your creamy slick gather on his pelvis. your nails claw at the carpet, your pleas turning to soft mewls as suna has his way with your little hole.
suna chews on his bottom lip, his moans growing more breathy, “that’s it, baby. let nii-san fill you up.”
“Can’t take it's too much!” you squealed, your knees knocking against toji’s large muscular chest pathetically. You were a panting, sweaty mess as Toji’s fingers came down to toy with your puffy clit his cockhead pressed against your battered cervix.
“C-c-c-cant t-t-t-take it?” he mocked pinching your clit, eliciting a broken sob from you. Pressing himself even deeper into you making you shake as your wails and cries echoed through the room.
“If you can’t take it what are you good for hmm? He asks as he pulls his hips back slamming down into your pressing you deeper into the mating press your cunt desperately trying to shove his fat cock out with no avail. You moaned at the delicious sting of him using your pussy for his every desire. You sounded filthy. The lewd songs of skin slapping together accompanied with your pleas of his cum inside of your poor raw cunt was enough to make the man grin down at you.
“Silly girl, how would Gojou-sensei feel if he saw me fucking his precious student raw in her dorm room hmm?” you moaned out at the possibility of being caught, being caught like this. Caught with the man that was responsible for so many deaths, the man who tried to murder your teacher, the man who was supposed to be dead. You groaned at his words of degradation as he kept fucking the guilt right out of your system.
“Tell me, sweet girl, do you get off on fucking old men?” he asked pulling out abruptly and flipping you on your hands and knees, his hand swatting down on the swell of your ass laughing condescendingly at the way your cunt gushes at the harsh treatment. He pressed his big hands into your back making you arch deeper as one of the hands leaves your back to seek refuge at the base of his cock lining it up with your abused pussy.
“Take it, all of it” he groaned, throwing his head back sinking inside of you quickly uncaring for the scream that you let out, feeling him so much deeper.
“Hush now don’t wanna get caught now do we slut?” he asked, his voice mean and low, you whined submissively nodding as you buried your face in the pillow that was soaked with tears and drool. Toji’s pace was monstrous, you were afraid he was truly going to break you. His strength was shown in every thrust, the way his blunt nails dug into the flesh of your ass was nothing compared to the way his hand would come crashing down against your clit making you cry.
“That it baby, cry for me, makes me think about how you’re going to sob when I cum inside of you and breed this cunt, and leave you” he whispers in your ear, making your heart drop knowing he’d do it. Knowing toji would breed you and leave you to raise his child alone but for some reason your pussy got even wetter.
“Oh you like that you really are fucking filthy” he laughs pressing his hand against the side of your head pushing your face deeper into the pillow, using it as leverage to fuck into you more.
Your tongue lulled out of your mouth as your eyes went blank, you’ve been fucked completely stupid unable to do anything but moan and thank toji for fucking you so good.
“fuck, M gonna cum, you better take every last drop,” he commanded making your arch even deeper to make sure his seed doesn’t seep out of your used hole. Your body felt like it was set on fire when toji started pumping you full of his cum. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you attempted to keep his cum inside of you once he pulled out. You cupped your small hands over your pussy holding his cum inside as you shook like a wet dog.
“T-thank you daddy” you whimpered only to hear a chuckle you were all too familiar with ring through the room
“Daddy? Hmm and here I thought that was just for me” gojou snickered
includes: matsukawa issei x f.reader, iwaizumi hajime x f.reader
about: where iwaizumi hajime leaves his now ex-girlfriend, unknowing she’s pregnant while matsukawa issei is left to pick up the broken pieces.
cw: fluff, humor, pregnancy, going into labour, found family, slight angst at the end, breast massage (somewhat smutty), canon compliant, implied family issues.
a/n: this chapter is a lot lighter and happier than what’s to come... so savour it lol
masterlist > next part
Leaving Hajime at the airport was hard, clinging to his body knowing you had to break up with him despite the love you still had for him. Cutting ties with him was harder, though. Your tears dropped onto the screen as your final text read ‘don’t bother contacting me again.’ It was just what his mother had wanted and now that Hajime had finally gone and started getting accustomed to his new home in America, you had to leave your own.
Matsukawa was waiting for you, leaning against the hood of a truck he’d rented for the move. Seeing how you pulled a suitcase with all your belongings behind you, he was quick to help, helping you into the passenger seat and driving off towards your new home.
The apartment was small, but you had no complaints. The kitchen and sitting space were the same, two bedrooms side by side and a single bathroom across from them. The landlord had left some furniture, which both you and Matsukawa were grateful for.
“Makki’s gonna come soon and help with the unpacking, you shouldn’t overwork yourself.” You nodded at his instruction, feeling your eyelids get heavy. Over the past few weeks you could feel yourself getting exhausted more and more quickly, but from what the internet had told you, it was all normal.
“Why don’t I just unpack the stuff for the kitchen?” You suggested and Matsukawa smiled at you, encouraging you to take the lighter boxes and to leave more of the heavy lifting for him.
The first box was just utensils and plates, slowly taking them out of their places and finding a new home for them within the cabinets and drawers. The heaviest box contained the pots and pans and you stood on the slide and Matsukawa put them down for you.
At that point, Makki was there too, joking around as him and the ravenette hauled the mattress towards one of the bedrooms. Your parents hadn’t let you take your mattress, meaning there was only one for both you and Matsukawa though he didn't mind sleeping on the couch or on the floor until the two of you bought a second bed.
The boys had been working hard and despite the fact you did minimal work, it felt as if you were about to fall over. Matsukawa wouldn’t get mad at you for laying down on the couch and resting your eyes for a little bit, only the minute your head hit against the soft cushions, you were out like a light.
When you woke up again, it was evening and through the sole window of the room, you could see the orange hues of the sunset seeping into the room. Matsukawa was sitting on the couch, a box next to him as he had already set up the television and the coffee table. You felt guilty for not helping as much.
At first, you didn’t say anything to alert him that you were awake, watching what he was doing. In his hand were two books; one being a yellow covered manual reading ‘Parenting For Dummies’ while the other looked more like a photo album. You didn’t get a chance to ask him about it then, though, as he turned around with a sigh, smiling as you saw you with your eyes open.
“Rise and shine,” he jested, “how was your nap?” You rubbed the side of your face, his smile contagiously spreading to your own lips.
“Would it be bad if I told you I still feel tired?” He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head, putting both the manual textbook and the photo album on the newly installed coffee table.
Your first night in the apartment the two of you ate pizza for dinner, laughing and joking like nothing mattered but truth be told, Matsukawa was starting work in just a handful of days and you had to prepare yourself for the hardships of pregnancy. When the sun finally set, you wrapped yourself in a blanket, looking over the edge of the bed to see Matsukawa’s head against a pillow and a content grin on his face. You whispered goodnight to him, hearing him hum in response.
The photo album that you were once so curious about now served its purpose because as your delivery date was approaching, you could look back at the pages and smile.
A picture is worth a thousand words, was the Western expression and as you turned the pages, you were reminded of all the amazing memories you'd made with Issei.
The first picture in the album was not even a proper photo, but instead a sonogram, the first one you’d taken during your pregnancy. You remember the giggle you let out, ticklish with the cold jelly they slid along your stomach. Issei was next to you, biting his nails in anticipation, waiting to see what the baby would look like, though you had to remind him that the baby was hardly developed at that point. Which was true and despite the baby being along a small blob (to put it plainly) Issei still smiled, holding the image to the light, breathing out “wow.”
A few rows down from that, was a photo of a very stressed out Issei, a month since you first started living together and since he started his job. He was still in the black suit he wore, the tie that you always helped him do was laying untied around his neck. His hair had grown out a bit longer and was more disheveled. The camera caught him in the midst of running his fingers through his curls. You remembered you’d taken the photo because of how funny he looked, his eyes screaming unorganized chaos as what could essentially be a whole pharmacy sat in front of him. He’d heard that supplements would be good for pregnancy and he’d been quick to purchase any that he saw, not realizing that he probably didn’t need that many.
Your second favourite picture is one of both Issei and Makki, who at that point in time learned about your pregnancy but was also sworn to secrecy. In Issei’s hand was a tabby cat, who’d come to be named Ninjin affectionately. According to Issei, he’d found the cat in a box reading ‘free kittens’ and supposedly couldn’t just walk away. Their smiles in the photograph made your heart melt, how two young men could be so overjoyed over a stray cat. That also meant that to this day, a tabby cat would crawl between your legs and sit at the edge of your bed when you napped.
There was also a picture of Issei, his beard slightly grown out, that contradicted the boyish twinkle in his eye. He looked handsome nonetheless, but it made sense why he’d want to shave it off, complaining that it was itchy, complaining that he was tired of you complaining that it was too prickly, therefore there came a time he sat down to let you shave him. Despite the fact you didn’t have that memory in a photograph, you could still remember it; how Issei’s eyes were shut, trusting you to glide the blade against his cheeks.
‘You’re good at this,’ he had complimented, a hand resting on your growing belly. You smiled softly, telling him that when you were younger you helped your father shave, feeling a bit bittersweet about the moment. It was also around that time when you felt the baby’s first kick, how Issei had put his larger hand over yours, mesmerized by the movement. You could’ve swore you saw tears prickling the corner of his eyes but still, he denied it.
At that time it was Christmas break in America, as Issei had explained it, meaning there was a good chance Hajime could be coming back to Japan for a visit. Though he also assured you not to worry.
On that same night, as the television played in the background, both of your stomachs had been filled with food as you laid against Issei on the couch. This was also another memory the camera didn’t get a chance to snag. His hands were once again on your belly, a habit of his that you’d grown accustomed to. You felt yourself getting emotional, something that was more common for you now, though Issei was quick to try to comfort you, wiping away the tears.
‘Why were you always so nice to me, Issei?’ You had sniffled, wiping your nose on the sleeve of your shirt. You had never asked him that before, though you would never have expected his answer.
‘Because, I care about you, and... I love you-- always have.’ Your faces were inches apart, just like they were that night on the front steps of your house, only now, your lips brushed against each other and you kissed him. After that, you two slept in the same bed, the spare room slowly beginning it’s transformation into a nursery, going to doctors appointments, finding more opportunities to kiss each other.
You smiled, looking over how many pictures Issei was in, and you thought of how many more he was in among the photo albums you had back at your parent's home. The first day you moved into that house, he was there, holding a bright yellow kite, asking if his new neighbor wanted to play with him. He was there in your middle school graduation photos, the group photos with your friends. Hell, it was Issei that introduced you to Hajime but how could you have been so blind to his love? It made you cringe, you’d been so oblivious, but still, you wouldn’t trade what the two of you had now for anything else.
Flipping the page of the photo album, you stumbled onto a photo of Makki, Emiko and Issei all dressed in overalls, yellow paint smeared on their faces. You and Issei had decided on yellow, something happy and gender neutral, considering you and him had decided to keep the sex of the baby a secret.
“I think you should name it Maki,” Hanamaki would joke, earning a nudge to the head from Issei, “first of all, don’t call the baby ‘it.’”
“I kinda like the name Kumiko for a girl,” You said as Emiko nodded with a smile. “Kou for a boy.” Issei only wrapped his hands around you from behind, placing his chin against your shoulder, careful not to put too much weight onto you.
“Whatever you pick, I’m sure it’ll be wonderful,” he whispered into your ear.
The photo album could only tell so much of you and Issei’s story but it was clear that in a blink of an eye things could change so quickly; from late nights where he’d stand behind you, holding up the weight of your belly for you to the evening you’d offered for the baby to take his last name. His reaction was still clear in your mind; a crazy smile as his eyes widened, pulling you close to him, cupping your face and sloppily kissing you.
Of course, there were also the more promiscuous moments you shared, where you’d complain about your tender breasts, moaning as he promised to make you feel better. He’d have you sit between his legs, letting his hands knead and palm at your swollen breasts. He’d kiss along your neck, praising you endlessly. Issei always knew how to make you feel good.
The nine month mark was getting closer and closer, the album resting against your belly as you continued skimming through it for the nth time. You’d reached the point of not being able to put on your own shoes, the shirts you wore were tight fitted and Issei had to help you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. The due date was about a week away and a bag filled with emergency supplies sat near the door, ready to go.
“Issei,” you called out to him in the other room, throwing the photo album to the side, your hand making its way to your stomach. There was a twitch of pain that was far more extreme than anything you’d felt before. “Issei!” You screamed out again but only louder this time.
He ran towards you, almost slipping on the hardwood floor. “Get the bag, oh God.” You tried to stand, but Issei was quick to come and assist you up. He held onto your arm, walking you towards the door as you slid on your flip flops.
Issei’s face had become paler than usual, a bit of a panic washing over him, cursing out loud from your apartment until the two of you reached his car. He fixed the seat for you, trying to move as quickly as he could, working with the sounds of your heavy panting and groans behind him.
“Hurry up,” you hissed, getting into the car as fast as you could, continuously scolding him to press onto the pedal. He grabbed the bag, then you, rushing into the emergency room.
“My girlfriend is fucking giving birth, someone help!” He shouted, not even realizing he’d sworn in public until the other patient's side eyed him, making him roll his eyes, “well pardon my french- Doctor!” They brought you a stretcher, bringing you to the maternity ward, helping you through the painful contractions.
After what felt like a day, but was really a handful of hours, your baby had been born. Your eyes were starting to close, exhaustion taking over your body but you knew you had to stay awake for just a little bit longer. The cries of the baby filled the room.
“Congratulations Miss L/N, it’s a girl.” The nurse had your newborn daughter swaddled up, a small pink cap on the top of her head, bringing her down and into your arms. The second she was given to you, her cries eased, nuzzling into your exposed skin.
Issei watched from your side, now fully embracing the fact that he was crying, letting out a laugh, overcome with so many emotions. He looked at the baby, a new life had been created, he thought, amazed at the power you had. He wrapped his arms around you, carefully as you cradled the baby.
“Hi baby,” he said to your daughter.
“Welcome to the world Matsukawa Kumiko,” you whispered, smiling up at Issei who was just as much a wreck as you. No matter what would happen in the future, this was his family.
It was an ungodly hour in Irvine and despite the fact that all his classmates were out at some frat house, Iwaizumi Hajime was stuck in his dorm, staring down at a screen. He didn’t have the guts to press call because the countless other times he’d dialed your number it would go straight to an automated message telling him that ‘the number he’s trying to reach is unavailable.’
He knows what that meant, Hajime wasn’t an idiot, yet still he doesn’t know what he did to deserve this silent treatment. Almost nine months had gone by and not even his friends would answer him when he’d ask about you. ‘She’s fine,’ they’d say, awkwardly avoiding the subject. All he could do was sigh as he leaned his head back, hoping that one day he’d get an explanation.
includes: matsukawa issei x f.reader, iwaizumi hajime x f.reader
about: where iwaizumi hajime leaves his now ex-girlfriend, unknowing she's pregnant while matsukawa issei is left to pick up the broken pieces.
cw: teen pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, angst, anxiety, original characters, dysfunctional family, family drama, toxic family dynamics, comfort, canon compliant. (not thoroughly edited)
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It was morning, too early for you to be up, considering it was summer break. You didn’t properly get a chance to enjoy the sound of the turtle doves nor the sun peaking through the blinds, instead hurling yourself into the bathroom. Your stomach was like a ship at sea in the middle of a hurricane, your head was heavy like it was rolling off your neck as you were kneeling over the toilet.
You threw up, disgusted in yourself slightly, wondering why you were feeling so sick. Was it something you ate? Had the milk gone bad? Surely it had to be something else, food poisoning typically didn’t last a week. Flushing the contents down, your thighs pressed against the cold tile as your back rested against the wall. Staring at the cabinets in front of you, you tried to think what the source of this unwellness was.
A small gasp left your lips, thinking about the fact you’d missed your last period, though your mother had simply attributed it to the stress you were under while writing your entrance exams for university. It was too much for the older woman to think her daughter was having sex. Cupping your hand over your mouth, even if you didn’t want to think about it, you’d been so safe. With your hands shaking, you didn’t want to assume the worst, picking yourself up you went to get your phone.
Dialing your friend’s number, you prayed she’d answer, your hands barely strong enough to press your cell phone against your ear. It was a relief to hear her breathy morning voice vibrate through the phone.
“Emiko,” you whispered, borderline whimpering. “I need your help, please oh my God.” At the sound of your distress, you could hear her shuffling around in her bed, sitting up.
“Did you and Hajime break up or something?” The question only made you break out into tears, thinking about his reaction to all this. You weren’t even sure if you were pregnant but you did know that Hajime didn’t have any room in his life plan for an unexpected, teenage pregnancy.
“No, I just- just can you bring me a pregnancy test? I’ll pay you back, I’m just- Emiko I will never ask anything from you again.” You pleaded, though your friend wasn’t going to argue with the need, telling you that she was already out the door.
Sitting in anticipation was the worst thing you could have gone through; chewing on your nails, palms sweaty, feet tapping against the wood panels. You could only pray to any higher power willing to listen that those two lines reading ‘pregnant’ wouldn’t show up.
You had paced your whole room, waiting for Emiko. Your parents had left for work already leaving you alone with an endless stream of negative thoughts. You heard your name being called from the threshold of your house, running down the stairs to greet your friend.
Emiko stood, her typically flat and straight hair had become frizzy, evidence of the rush she was in. She was wearing a thin strapped dress that hardly went past the middle of her thigh, a pair of bright blue flip flops that clashed with the clay color of the dress. In her hand was a translucent green plastic bag, filled with about three different pregnancy tests. “You can never be too safe,” she reminded you.
Now, the two of you sat thigh to thigh in your tiny bathroom, burning your face in your hands as Emiko held onto the third and last test. The two before had both read pregnant and all you wanted was for this one to say differently so you could determine that the other two must’ve been wrong.
“Positive,” Emiko said in a hushed tone, breaking the last of your resolve as you hid your face in the crook of her neck. You were only eighteen. Hajime was only eighteen. He was bound to leave for America within the next two weeks, how would you even tell him? You knew he loved you but to what extent? Would he really give up a scholarship he’d spent so much time working towards so easily? You couldn’t let him do that, you cared for him so much, you didn’t want to see his potential waste away.
The other thing to worry about was your parents, you brought your legs up against your chest, watching from the corner of your eye as Emiko threw out all three of the positive pregnancy tests. You pictured the disapproving look of your mother as she would scold you for ruining your life, how her face would be stuck in a permanent sneer every time you looked at her. Next, was your father’s face, how disappointed he’d be, how angry he’d be at you. You could almost imagine the sounds of their silent sobs, saddened by the thought and that somehow, they’d blame themselves for the turn of events; that their parenting wasn’t enough to stop a pregnancy.
“What am I gonna do?” You asked out loud, though you didn’t expect Emiko to answer for you, hearing her sigh and running a hand through her hair.
“I don’t know,” she huffed, just as stressed as you, “maybe you should get some fresh air, it might help you clear your mind.” She suggested and you couldn’t say no, you hated the feeling of being suffocated by the walls of your bathroom. With Emiko’s help you got to your feet, taking a deep breath and wiping the tears away from your face.
“You’re not gonna talk to Hajime until you get everything in that pretty mind of yours sorted out, okay?” She pointed a finger in your face, slightly cupping your jaw with her other hand, mothering you slightly, making you nod and sniffle.
Together, the two of you walked towards the park, sitting alongside the yet-to-bloom cherry blossom trees, the summer air fill your lungs and letting you get a better grip on reality. Your hands sat in your lap as you explained to Emiko your plan: you wouldn’t tell Hajime anything, not until you could explain the situation to your parents; how you were so careful every time you and your boyfriend had sex.
Yet, just as your friend dropped you off, engulfing you in a bone crushing hug before saying goodbye, it was then evident that the universe didn’t care for that plan.
Stepping inside, your eyes widened at the sight of a new pair of shoes on the door mat, ones that didn’t belong to anyone in your family. It was then, as you caught your breath, that you figured out who they belonged to: Mrs. Iwaizumi.
Your body trembled, turning the corner to witness three adults sitting in your living room, a grimness sitting against your face and despite having known all three of them for a good portion of your life, they looked like strangers. Your mother and father were expressionless, their lips pressed together and hands neatly folded on the table. While across from them, your boyfriend’s mother stared at you with eyebrows knit together and frown lines forming on her forehead. She looked the most life-filled out of the three of them, her lavender pantsuit without a wrinkle, her face painted with rouge.
You bowed before them, feeling your heart race, ready to escape your throat.
“Sit down,” your father instructed and you hadn’t moved more quickly in your life. Your gut was gnawing at you, telling you that they knew you were pregnant.
“We found some things in the bathroom today,” your mother started. There it was. The trio of pregnancy tests that Emiko had left in the trash can, it must’ve slipped her mind to hide them. You felt the color drain from your face, breathing becoming heavy. “Please tell us that it’s not what we’re thinking.” You could hear the disappointment in your tone and you knew she wanted you to confess to it, to tell them yourself that you were pregnant but you weren’t sure you could do it.
“It is.” You tilted your head down, glaring at your lap, hearing Mrs. Iwaizumi snarl. Your lip quivered and every time you blinked, a tear managed to escape. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear.” You managed to say as you took a deep breath.
“I’m sure you didn’t,” Mrs. Iwaizumi snapped back, with little to no sympathy in her voice. “But I won’t let this affect Hajime, do you understand?” You nodded but she wasn’t done. “I’ve already discussed it with your parents; you aren’t to mention this to my son, I can’t have him throwing away his life for some girl. You’re going to pretend everything is normal, and I expect you to cut all ties with him when he’s already in California.”
You opened your mouth to speak then shut it in an instant, knowing this woman wouldn’t care what you had to say. Hajime had always told you how strict his mother was, how she always put such high standards on him as her only child. You had never felt more powerless in your life, watching as she stood up, taking her leave without another word.
Your parents didn’t bother, either, to console you, to brush away the tears sliding down the curve of your cheek. They just sat there, deaf to your sobs.
“You can’t stay with us anymore.” Your mother decided, causing your heart to feel as if it was being strangled.
“What?” You were in disbelief, wondering how they could do this to you, when you needed their help most they so easily turned their back on you.
“You’re lucky we aren’t sending you to a convent,” your father interjected, soon to be followed by your mother: “do you know what they will say about our family? That our daughter got pregnant at eighteen? To a man she isn’t even married to nonetheless. We’ll be fools, y/n we want you out by the time Hajime-kun leaves.”
Your world collapsed in a matter of seconds, right before your very eyes, like a bomb being dropped. You could have fainted in that moment. You wanted to pinch in order to wake up from this awful nightmare.
There was no room for you to argue, and in a flash of a second, you had become a stranger in your own home.
It wasn’t until later that night that you figured out what you were going to do. Or at least, it wasn’t without the help of your neighbor. You’d managed to sneak out of your house and sit on the front steps, salty tears brimming in your eyes as the night breeze pushed against your skin.
“Hey, are you okay?” It was a bizarre thing to ask, it was obvious that you weren’t but as you turned your head to see one Matsukawa Issei standing in front of his own home, a concerned look on his face. It was almost refreshing to see someone show genuine care towards you, especially after the night you’d had.
Although, you still broke out into a small smile, “I’m fine.” His lips only jutted forward, raising an eyebrow and taking a few steps forward.
“Y/n, how long have we known each other?” You were silent, not sure how he wanted you to respond. “I think I can tell when you’re lying.” He brought himself to hover over you, looking at the spot next to you, waiting for you to invite him to sit down. You moved to the side, letting him join you.
“There’s nothing you can do to fix it,” you sighed.
“Try me.” Though his almost joking demeanor shifted as you looked up at him with glossed over eyes. Matsukawa cursed himself, hesitantly bringing you close into a hug. Sure, you two had known each other since the two of you were young children but that didn’t mean he knew how to comfort you any better.
“It’s bad, Issei. Like really fucking bad.” You explained, your face in his shoulder. You pulled away, hesitant to tell him, though it just came out: “I’m pregnant.”
“Shit- I mean, does Iwa know, it is his right?” He stopped himself, “I, fuck, I didn’t mean it like that, sorry.” You almost laughed at his awkwardness, although the circumstances didn’t allow for it as you shook your head.
“Only my parents and Emiko know.” Your eyes widened in panic, “you can’t tell him though, you can tell anyone, okay?” Matsukawa nodded, seeing you take a deep breath.
“My parents are kicking me out, on top of all of it.” His features softened at your words.
You stared up at the moon, still feeling Matsukawa’s eyes on you. The two of you didn’t know what to say, you knew he was thinking just by the way his eyebrows furrowed.
“Stay with me, then,” he proposed, catching you off guard. Matsukawa only nodded, “My parents are pushing me to get an apartment and I bet you renters would much rather give their space to two people, going on three, compared to some lone guy.”
You nodded your head, “but babies are expensive, Issei.”
“I’ll get a job.” He offered, “my uncle is always looking for extra staff at the funeral home. I’ll take care of you.”
“They’re a lot of responsibility too, it’ll be nine months of me being pregnant. Do you think you can handle that?” You asked with a little bit of teasing in your voice, sniffing.
“Just trust me, I swear you and your baby will be in good hands. I’ll take care of you.” He smiled, his face sitting close to your own.
“Promise?” You had let go of the few tears you were holding back, holding onto his forearm like he was going to leave at any second. Matsukawa only nodded,
➵ WARNINGS. brothel, prostitution, ceo kita, bad writing 😮💨, umm a creampie, shoe humping,, more cunt stepping, ummm blowjob, the word whore, kind of misogyny, angstish, huge age gap, language barrier bdjsjdj
➵ A/N. this is for @inarizahki <3 hi sunny <3 n e way i wrote this while high n was too embarrassed to properly read thru it so ignore any mistakes sobsobs
Shinsuke likes to think he’s a good guy. His sons, well, they’re troubled to say the least. He doesn’t know how or where he went wrong with them, why they tend to do such… degenerate things and get him into trouble when he’s raised them as well as he can.
Of course there are times he can’t help himself. A man can only resist so much temptation, he’s reached his boiling point. Escorts just don’t do it anymore. They’re eye candy and nothing more. Shinsuke can’t touch them, or fuck them.
So maybe that’s why he’s become so desperate, resorting to a brothel run by his own goddamn sons. Shinsuke wants to believe he would’ve shut this place down long ago if it wasn’t for you.
Is it pity or infatuation? He doesn’t know. As someone usually so concise and blunt, Shinsuke is confused about the things he feels. Lust or love. He can’t quite tell, the lines are blurred when it comes to you.
As much as he wants you, pines and mulls over the thought of you. It wouldn’t work. You’re so young you could be his daughter. And plus, the language barrier cancels everything out. You don’t speak a lick of Japanese, only some vulgar terms Atsumu had taught you to further the amount of clients.
Not like you really need other clients, not with the amount of money Shinsuke blows on you. Enough cash to keep this place up and running. It’s not out of the kindness in his heart, or the soft spot he has for his twins; it’s because of the heat stirring in his gut anytime he sees your face webbed with tears and running makeup. A selfish reason really. One that he’d hate to admit out loud.
“Sir,” you’re soft spoken, withdrawn and small, “is something wrong?” Your pronunciation is awful, but Shinsuke understands, smiling and cupping your cheek with his calloused palm.
“‘M fine,” he says shortly, “keep goin’.” His instruction is enough to reassure you, getting down on your knees before his figure. The cushion placed below you is just him being courteous, you’re sure no one else receives such special treatment. No other girls get to be anywhere near a man of Shinsuke’s status. They certainly wouldn’t be allowed in his workplace, in his office, being paid an amount more than their little pea brains can fathom.
Shinsuke’s eyes are trained on where your spit-slicked lips meet his fat cock. You’re doing your absolute best, eyes teary as you choke when his tip hits the back of your throat. “Good girl,” he pats your head, urging you to keep going, take his cock till his cum fills your mouth and little throat.
The praise has your heart thumping out of your chest, panties stuck to your core with the sheer amount of slick drooling from your wet cunt. His jaw tightens, eyes flitting from your face to the hand that sneaks between your thighs, just to relieve some pressure.
“Hey, did I say ya could do that?” You’ve gotten familiar with the way he speaks, certain phrases and words he uses often. Shinsuke’s fingers tug on your hair, pulling you off his dick with a lewd pop.
“No, sir,” you whisper, throat sore and tears pooling in your eyes. It’s embarrassing when his shoe presses against your pussy, humiliating when he digs the heel into your clothed clit and you squeal, rutting up like a bitch in heat. You’ve been reduced to nothing more than a whore.
Although, there’s not much to complain about when he treats you so much better than any other whore. Doesn’t leave you limping and bruised and battered.
Well he does, but Shinsuke always cleans up his mess, pampers you and sometimes lets you rest on the leather couch that resides on the opposite side of the room. You’re still a lady in his eyes, maybe one who’s involved in a questionable line of work, but a girl nonetheless. One he feels obliged to take care of.
“Dirty girl,” he hums, eyes soft as he continues to grind his foot into your pulsing cunt. “Gettin’ off on my shoe.” He chuckles slightly, lips curling upwards into a soft smile. Shinsuke likes how needy you are, can feel the way your greedy little cunt throbs, hole begging for the feeling of his fingers stretching you open.
“Sir,” you rasp, choking on a sob as he lifts his foot and a string of translucent slick sticks to the sole of his shoe. Your cheeks heat up and you curl into yourself, appalled by the mess you’ve made all over his shoes which are surely worth more than your life.
There’s a sigh from his side, “up,” the command is simple enough yet you struggle, sitting up and crawling towards his lap. Shinsuke helps you up, cradling your trembling body to his chest as if you’re a little baby. His baby. “Good girl, hm? Gettin’ even better at suckin’ cock.” He kisses your temple, a featherlight touch that sends your body into overdrive.
“Shin,” you cry, “I need it. Wan’ more.” Slurred and broken, you try hard to tell him exactly what you need. The slip in formalities doesn’t bother him, in fact, Shinsuke rather likes hearing you say his name in that sweet voice of yours.
“More?” He asks quietly, “good girls wait their turns, ya know?” His tone is gentle but firm, “don’t get greedy.”
That has you shutting up. Quick to mask any whines and mewls with an unconvincing cough. He finds that endearing, using his finger to wipe away any salty tears and quickly ridding you of the skimpy dress you don. It’s left on the floor below his feet, wrinkled and dirty. A purposeful move, he wants to see you walk out that door in nothing but his jacket, a mark that you’re Shinsuke’s only.
Two nimble fingers swipe across your slit, thumb finding your clit as he opens up your hole. Tight. No matter how much he fucks you, how many times he stretches you open; you remain tighter than a virgin. Shinsuke thinks it could be the old age getting to his head, but it’s the best cunt he’s ever fucked. Makes up for your inexperience and fumbling fingers.
“Look at how wet ya are,” he mumbles, teeth sinking into your neck when you throw your head back at the pleasure shooting through your body. He continues his ministrations, deft circles on your clit and two digits deep in your cunt. “Good girl, are ya gonna cum for me?”
“Yes— sir- fuck— more… more-“ you repeat the word like a chant, it’s the only thing you can remember in your post-orgasm stupor. Cunt gushing around his fingers, clit throbbing yet you still beg for more. More. Always more. You can never get enough of him. And Shinsuke could never deny you.
“More, more, more,” he mocks, pinching your bud and smiling in delight at the squeak you let out, body almost careening straight off of his lap. Shinsuke jostles your body up and over his desk, tugging your soaked panties over the swell of your ass and helping you step out of them.
You brace your hands on the wood, gasping when the blunt head of his cock breaches your fluttering hole. “Sir!” No matter how much foreplay takes place, you can never get used to the feeling of his dick pushing in. Every vein and ridge rubbing your walls, tip brushing your cervix and stretching you far beyond belief.
“Come on now,” Shinsuke settles you down, a hand on your hip and the other reaching to grope a tit. “I know ya can take me like a good girl, hm?” He draws out; shaft covered in a sheen of your arousal, he pauses, before promptly slamming back in. The desk creaks like it’s in pain, shaking from the force of his brutal thrusts, battering your cervix each time he pushes in.
You can’t breathe, he’s going hard and fast, only a few stuttered moans and whines leaving your lips as you try to keep up with his pace. “More, sir!” You plead, arms giving out and letting your upper body drop to the desk. He removes the hand from your breast, shoving it between your trembling thighs and flicking your clit, rubbing until you shriek at the stimulation and cream all over his dick. He pulls out completely, giving you just a second of rest.
“Atta girl,” he praises, pressing a kiss on your back, “I knew ya could do it.” Shinsuke sweet talks to keep you grounded, forcing his cock back into your hole. He doesn’t stop pounding into your raw cunt till his cum overflows your hole, dripping down your thighs and all over the floor.
“Sir,” you croak, allowing him to gather your crumpled form into his arms. Arms and legs still quaking uncontrollably, breath laboured and chest rising up and down. “‘M tired,” you tell him, nose buried in his chest to inhale the scent of expensive cologne which has been masked by sweat, sex and your very own perfume.
You’ve never seen his eyes so soft, like warm honey as he gazes down at you with so much adoration. Shinsuke is fucked. Fucked because not only has he fallen in love with a girl half his age, but a girl who works in a brothel, a whorehouse. And as much as he likes to think he’s a good guy, how reputation doesn’t matter to him, not when it comes to love. He can’t help but fear the media and press reaction, he can’t risk a relationship with you.
So he’ll keep you as his favourite whore instead, won’t lead you on and he won’t shower you in affection. Strictly business and no feelings.
You didn’t know what to do. Your life was void without him, a gaping hole of where he had once been. So you wrote.
Miya Osamu x gn reader
CW: Angst, post break up, depressed habits, unrequited love, general :(((
a/n: back with another angst no one asked for 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻 pls stay tuned for part 2, love u all <33
Osamu,
The hoodie you forgot to take doesn’t smell like you anymore. i put it on when i was about to go to sleep, and i smelt the hood, and it was just me. I should stop doing that, that’s probably why my skin is so shit, because i rub my face in that damn thing that i never wash. I’ve been crying over it for a while, but i just calmed down.
It’s not so bad i suppose, i have the chance to wash it with the washing powder you used. That will be perfect actually, because it will be like you’ve just given it to me, and not like i stole it from your laundry pile. It will be like you care if i have your hoodie or not, or like you care that i’m cold. It was time for a wash anyway, it probably reeks by now. Not like i would know though, i don’t shower enough, so all the smells blend together, and it’s just what everything smells like now. I hate the feeling of being really needing to shower, and i hate being dirty. When we went out i would shower everyday. But now, I just can’t make myself. I wish i could. I hate being like this, but there’s nothing i can do.
It’s a bit pathetic that i’m still this torn up about you after 3 months, it’s like i’m in still in the mourning stage. I just can’t believe you’re gone. I miss you so much, I can’t even say. I know I should try and get on with my life, but i don’t want to. I just want you back with me. I wonder if you’re ok right now. I heard about how successful your shop is, I couldn’t be more happy for you. I wish i could’ve been better with it, less selfish like you said. I just wanted to see you, but you were right, I know how much your shop means to you. I hope you aren’t over working yourself, and i hope you’re well. I hope writing this letter does something for me. I love you.
Love,
Y/N
thank you for reading i hope u enjoyed !!! likes and reblogs appreciated, and lmk what you’d like to see in the future!!
genre & content warnings: angst. established relationship. neglect. break-up.
notes: inspired by cup of joe's song, hayaan. (screams) pinag-laban, pinag-laban ko sana.
I'll never change my mind about you.
That's something you held unto for the longest time. When you close your eyes, you can still hear him promise you this and almost feel the way his arms wrap around you with reassurance he'd love you.
But nostalgia is but a pair of rose-colored glasses—it takes away the bitter taste in your mouth that you shouldn't ever forget.
The days you spent alone and the way it felt as if you didn't exist, not to him, at least. When he had started Onigiri Miya, you had been there every step of the way—the bland taste of the initial samples, the rush of excitement at the taste of something you'd eventually call your favorite.
Osamu had named that recipe after you as a joke until it stuck. Years of your relationship solidified by something like food and how he looked at you upon the success of it all.
But again, it's bitter. The apartment was often cold, his side of the bed lingering with his scent but never him. It's the taste that gathered in your mouth whenever he would shrug you off, almost as if he never heard you tell him I miss you.
Osamu never thought the apartment would be this way. The warm tones of the furniture or the color of the walls doesn't make it feel less empty, less cold.
All because you're not there anymore.
Maybe, maybe if he hadn't said those words that night, then maybe he could feel your arms wrap around him; comforting and calm and warm like the rising sun. Osamu wonders how you must've felt, alone in the place he should've been with you in.
And to think you never would've left him if he hadn't said those words—words he didn't mean, words he didn't know would be the last thing he'd ever say to you.
Hell, if only he'd known. He would've kept his mouth shut like he's been doing all this time, barely ever speaking to you. Anything, anything just to have kept you with him—even if you were the last thing he deserved.
He could hear your voice in his head like it's bouncing against the walls of the place you used to call home because it was where he was, too. You had slowly unraveled yourself from him, everything you did he had barely even watched to see how he could've prevented it sooner. It's quiet in the apartment but the ache in his chest is loud.
He yearns for you; the sound of your voice asking him how his day was, what he wanted for dinner, if he loved you still.
The questions he never answered.
Osamu closes his eyes, tears falling down to his cheeks. If he tries hard enough, he can almost feel your body against him again.
If he tries hard enough, he can forget the sound of his voice—loud, frustrated—
Maybe I don't love you anymore!
If he tries hard enough, surely, he can see you smiling back at him—warm and loving, then he can forget the cold look in your eyes the moment he hears his words echoing back to him.
Maybe he could've caught your wrist as you turned back and shut the door on him forever. Leaving him for good, never coming back inside the coldness of what you've called home for the past four years you've spent with him.
Osamu closes his eyes, pretends you're inside there with him, because if he tried hard enough, maybe then you'd still be there with him.
Summary: A song fanfiction based off of the song Betty by Taylor Swift.
Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x F!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Past Fluff, Mentions of cheating
A/N: Haha now we can be depressed together
He wasn’t expecting things to go this way. When you said you were traveling abroad for the summer with Iwaizumi, he wasn’t expecting you to come back like this. Things were never supposed to be this way.
When he saw that you weren’t in his homeroom he immediately knew why. Iwaizumi wouldn’t talk to him except at practice. It felt as if everything around him was crumbling away slowly.
He was hardly able to sleep anymore. Those late nights when he stayed up watching volleyball videos were now replaced with him scrolling through your old photos together or walking by your house.
He found out that it was Matsukawa that told you. The bastard that always spouted bullshit had been telling the truth. He knew that things were never going to be the same. But he was going to make it up to you, one way or another.
