Hello! You all voted for college AU for my next rec list, so here it is! I just compiled all of my bookmarks into a spreadsheet for easier recs, and I have 31 under college AU (just shy of 1 million words of fanfic omg). I will not put all of them but I'll make a part 2 at some point. Lots of pairings here but mostly Minsung. I tried to do a mix of explicit and non explicit ones.
My other fanfic rec lists:
Misc
Time Loop
Angst free
Demons
love, friendship, and other complications by flying_dream (Sungbin | 1/1 | 18,363 | Teen and Up)
Jisung has never had a date for Valentine's Day. Never. Never. Naturally, as his best friend and number #1 bro, Changbin steps up to the plate and volunteers as tribute.
Yeah, this is definitely going to be one for the books.
Classic idiots to lovers. Obsessed with this one
Attachments by bitsori (Minsung | 1/1 | 16,423 | Teen and Up)
“You can do the 24-hour handcuff challenge!” Felix suddenly suggested, and the gears in Jisung's head immediately began to turn. “It's perfect for you and Minho-hyung, and your viewers would love that,” he added.
Jisung took pause; he had to admit that their idea could make for amusing content. He and Minho always had fun when they were together, and he knew that his subs love to see him with his best friend.
in which Jisung and Minho spend an entire day literally attached to each other, and certain revelations come about.
Youtuber Jisung, dancer Minho, teensy tiny bit of angst I love it
36 Questions to Fall Out of Hate by leebitcore (Minsung | 1/1 | 15,719 | Explicit)
Images of Lee Minho’s stupidly smug face flash through Jisung’s brain as he marches out of the dining hall to go to the faculty building. He can already hear his condescending voice, arrogant as he teases Jisung about them being partnered up. Something along the lines of “Happy to see me? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we do well.”
or, Jisung and Minho are paired together to test the 36 Questions to Fall in Love for a school project. There’s only one problem – Jisung can’t fucking stand him.
Enemies to lovers/academic rivals Minsung what more could you ask for
Minho's eyes trail down Seungmin’s shirtless body, his toned arms, his lithe form, the bit of lean tummy that Minho has been imagining biting into for weeks. His eyes follow the sweat dripping off Seungmin’s hair and down his chest, rolling down his abdomen as it pools against his bellybutton. His gaze sinks lower, lower, and he sees all of Seungmin, in nothing but the tightest pair of white boxer briefs Minho’s ever seen.
A strangled breath breaks its way out of Minho's throat.
There’s nothing left to the imagination.
One sided enemies to lovers where Minho is incredibly down bad for Seungmin. Obsessed. The smut in this is insane so make sure to read the tags lol
eight hugs a day (keeps the doctor away) by tuanpark (Seungjin | 1/1 | 20,879 | Teen and up)
Seungmin didn’t want to argue. “Look, can you help me or not? I’m just trying to relieve some stress here, man.”
Hyunjin seemed deep in thought. “I can’t help you if you don’t want to hug… But tell you what! We can work up to it. Start small and work our way up to one. Free of charge!”
Or Seungmin is a stressed college student, and Hyunjin is a self-proclaimed hug therapist.
I like this one bc Hyunjin is odd af and Seungmin has no clue how to deal with it lol. Very cute
the long game by floraii (Hyunsung | 1/1 16,045 | Teen and Up)
“Anyway,” he continues, voice still sultry, “I’ve been seeing you in class, and I was just wondering—” he moves his hand to curl around a strand of his hair. “Could I get your number?”
Han Jisung’s big brown eyes blink again. His gaze darts to his lips, then to his notebook, then up to his eyes. “To study?”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin blurts without thinking. What the fuck? Study? What is happening? Why is he agreeing?
Hyunjin has a type. It’s not usually shy boys in his Intro to Statistics class with big round eyes and glasses, but Han Jisung is different.
Nerd Jisung and jock Hyunjin yippeee
reply hazy, try again by mrehk (Chanbin | 1/1 | 14,951 | explicit)
Changbin’s calculus tutor is Bang Chan.
Smile wide, eyes shining, curly hair wild around his head. He’s got his backpack slung over one arm, those fuck ass chino shorts with a five inch inseam that make Changbin’s mouth water— and, goddamn, he’s wearing a fucking cropped t-shirt.
Jisung and Seungmin are going to string Changbin up and have their way with public humiliation when they hear about this.
(OR: solving for the derivative of l+o+v+e)
Changbin drooling over Chan was super funny, I loved this. I don't think mrehk could write something bad though haha
pretty boy, don't you want me to? by sunshinedozing (Seungsung | 1/1 | 11,938 | Explicit)
“You’re cute.” Seungmin says bluntly. “And I kind of want to take you home with me. My shift’s over in thirty minutes, if you feel like waiting.”
Jisung blinks at him a couple times.
“Really?” He asks incredulously. “Wow, okay. Yeah I’ll um, I’ll wait.”
Seungmin grins, and he lets a little sharpness slip into it.
“Great, I’ll see you then.” Jisung gulps.
“Yeah, see you then.”
Jisung kind of wants the hot librarian who keeps distracting him to take him home and fuck him stupid. Luckily, the hot librarian wants the same thing.
sunshinedozing is also a fantastic writer! love this one, loser Jisung is like the best thing ever
peaches and cream by stellalunar (Minsung, 2/2 | 49,793 | Teen and Up)
Jisung truly doesn't mean to spend his Friday night holding someone else's sopping clothes in the laundry room of the dorm building while said someone else stares at him with an expression that's a mix of amusement, confusion, and pity.
But here he is, standing in the laundry room of the dorm building, holding the sopping wet clothes of a very amused college student who's valiantly giving his best effort not to straight-up laugh at Jisung.
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Or, in which Jisung's dumb, sleep-deprived self accidentally steals Minho's clothes and then Minho shows up at Jisung's door with an impish grin and a needed favor and accidental feelings ensue.
Jisung is so awkward in this one and it's super cute
falling thru the cracks by liknow (Seungbin | 1/1 | 6862 | Teen and Up)
"Friends don't kiss," Minho says, eyes narrowed.
"Uh, sometimes they do? I mean, we're really good friends..." Changbin tries to defend.
"Really good friends don't kiss either, idiot."
in which: Changbin and Seungmin accidentally make a habit of making out at parties, then start going to parties just so they have an excuse to make out, then realize that isn't normal.
another idiots to lovers so funny
Ok so that's all for now haha, I will definitely post a part 2 for college AUs but fake dating will be next! That is a much shorter list unfortunately so if y'all have good ones that you think I'd like I wouldn't mind if you sent them over
Hello! It's been about a week since my last fic rec post so I wanted to post some more. This one is time travel/time loop themed! There's a surprising amount which is great bc it's one of my favorite tropes. Mostly Minsung with one Hyunlix!
If you know any that are not on this list PLEASE send them to me
When the Morning Comes by bitsori (Minsung | 1/1 | 32,047 | explicit)
“You're new,” Jisung proclaims.
Minho snorts. “Am I?”
“Well, I've never seen you here before.”
“Because you know all of their wedding guests?”
Jisung has to laugh. “I know most of Hyunjin’s side,” he says.
“Well obviously I’m a friend of Seungmin’s.”
Jisung pauses to stare, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Yeah,” he plays along. “But you’re new.”
Minho chuckles. “You keep saying that. What does that mean?”
“I mean that you’re new. Here. Today. New. I’ve experienced this wedding over thirty times now and—” his breath hitches because he really just said that out loud, but there’s an immediate flicker in Minho’s eyes that has him exhaling with relief.
“Oh. Well.”
alternatively: In which Jisung gets stuck repeating the day when his best friend gets married, only to meet a brand new friendly face a month into the grueling experience.
Ugh what a good fic. I'm sure you've all read this before but if not, you're welcome
After the Rain by bitsori (Minsung | 7/7 | 34,238 | Teen and up)
Jisung blinks, slowly taking in his surroundings. This isn't right, he thinks, rubbing his eyes open, forcing his vision into clearer focus. The ceiling is missing the collection of glow-in-the-dark stars he had stuck on there when he first moved in, not to mention the wallpaper color is all wrong. This isn't his room—heck, he realises as he rolls around the mattress, it doesn't even feel like his bed.
The realisation sinks in and he shoots up to a sitting position.
“What the fuck?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes more furiously and looking around, almost expecting his surroundings to morph into something more familiar.
They don't.
In which: Jisung and Minho find themselves randomly switching lives, one day at a time, with no logical rhyme or reason that explains why.
Inspired by Your Name so you can imagine how it goes. Another fantastic story by bitsori (they have so many)
Sugar is Sweet by velooscuro (Hyunlix | 11/11 | 60,049 | explicit)
Minho needs guinea pigs before he can launch his time tourism company. Jisung is whipped enough to volunteer himself and Hyunjin for the job. Felix is very confused as to how two strange men can just appear in his broom cupboard out of the blue.
Time Travel!AU wherein Jisung fucks everything up, Minho fixes everything, and Hyunjin and Felix are victims of it all.
This one is more traditional time travel and very cute the whole way through.
don't put off till tomorrow by Erbi (Minsung | 3/3 | 65,665 | Explicit)
“Hannie,” Minho exhales. “What did you see?”
And Jisung can’t deny it anymore, not with Minho looking at him so openly, so sincerely waiting for his answer. Communicating to him that he’s not going to judge him, that he’s just going to accept whatever it is Jisung says.
With a single fragile breath, everything he’s been keeping only to himself, the truth that’s been terrorising him, floats in the space between them.
“I saw you die. Three times.”
or: Jisung's night of venting at a bar quickly spirals when he meets a beautiful stranger with orange hair who doesn't pull any punches. Unbeknownst to him, the spiral goes much further than he might have anticipated. And he may not be the only one affected.
I'm pretty sure I recommended this in the last post but it's so good I'm putting it again. Genuinely one of the best pieces of literature that I've ever read
after the moment (with you) by alicexbunnyx (Minsung | 1/1 | 8,674 | Explicit)
“Jisung. I’m going to sound crazy, but time is frozen. I thought it was just me here.” Minho knows his name. He wasn’t sure if that was the case. With all the watching from afar Jisung does, he thinks that surely that’s the only thing his gorgeous neighbor knows about him.
“You’re not crazy,” Jisung says matter-of-factly, “I’m going to sound crazier and say it’s my fault.”
This is time travel adjacent but I had to include it on this list because this story is adorable. Chef Minho is one of my fav things everrr! Also I think this is the shortest fic I've recced so far so sorry if you like one shots lol
It's Raining Somewhere Else by FutureLikeJicasso (Minsung | 1/1 | 8,010 | Teen and Up)
Nothing ever happens in Jisung’s town. Ever.
So when the wide-eyed stranger Jisung fishes out of the pond in the local park claims to be a time traveller, well, could anyone really blame him for wanting to believe in something?
What someone like Minho wants in a town like this - with a person like Jisung - he can’t really be sure, but he’ll take what he can get while it lasts. After all, even if Minho -was- a time traveller, why would he come back?
...unless he could sense that Jisung would maybe, slightly, kind of desperately like to see him again?
Another short and sweet one :)
kaleidoscope mind by vmnsie (Minsung | 1/1 | 30,421 | Teen and Up)
“You said you’ve been stuck for months. How many?”
Minho eyed the ceiling, counting with his fingers before replying,
“Last time I checked, it was the sixth month. So, I think it’s been… eight months now? I’ve kept track of it until…”
He looked at Jisung, who was still waiting for the rest of the sentence without reading between the lines. Minho sighed, “Until I met you.”
Or, Minho is stuck in a time loop and finds comfort in knowing Jisung is always willing to help him—even if he ends up forgetting about him every day.
This one is probably the angstiest on this list but I still luv it
one day to fall in love (countless ones to love you) by whatifidbeenthatauthor (Minsung | 1/1 | 22,018 | Mature)
Minho stopped in his tracks. He turned to face Han Jisung. He looked unbothered, still going on about his way. “You didn’t say Hi,” Minho said, forcing the voice to come out of his throat. “You always say hi, hyung.”
Jisung turned to look at him, a smile playing on his lips. He looked amused. Minho’s mind wasn’t keeping up. “Today’s different, I guess,” Jisung shrugged. “I went with a variation.” Minho would have found him insufferable, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to process the frustrating sensation that usually accompanied Jisung’s presence.
Minho blurted out something that might have him sent to a madhouse. “No. I’ve lived today six times. You- you always say hi, hyung.” He felt crazy. More than usual.
Jisung laughed. “What the fuck,” he said, and Minho knew he sounded insane, but could this kid please not be so arrogant?
“Me, too. I thought I was the only one,” he continued, and he changed Minho’s life.
***
Minho's life is boring, predictable, borderline uneventful. Until he gets stuck in a time loop. And, with him, his friends' friend, Han Jisung, a crazy dude who's only into skating. And whom Minho doesn't necessarily like.
Another time loop one (have I told you I like time loops? lmao) and somehow they're all fantastic
Anyways that's all the time/time travel related fics I have! Like I said if you have one that you like that is not on here PLEASE send it to me I'm begging on my hands and knees.
My plans for the next rec lists are fantasy au, college au, demons, and fake dating trope
𖦹 ft. ushijima, bokuto, oikawa x f!reader, 18+
𖦹 themes: size kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie
𖦹 synopsis: they are too big for you 🍆 bc I can't help myself from listening to big boy 🥹
♡ USHIJIMA
"I'll be gentle." He said as he aligned himself along your entrance. He had done all the necessary preparations to get you ready, but no sufficient amount of KY Jelly could prepare you for his huge cock.
He penetrated you nice and slow. Your eyes grew wide at the size while he elicited a pained expression. "God, you're so tight. Feels so good."
He moved slowly inch-by-inch that you could feel his length—your little hole was also stretching wide to his girth. Your hips moved uncontrollably wanting more stimulation. You're getting there. You're getting there and the itch building up in your pussy just wanted more and more. He's feeling the same too as you saw every bit of restraint on his face.
"T-Toshiii, it's okay. You can give it to me." You purred and you saw how his jaw clenched hard.
"Do you like it this way?" He asked and you were shocked when he slammed fully right in. You never knew he was that strong. He rammed in and out of you as you gripped on the sheets and writhed around.
"Ohhh....Toshi! Toshi!" You couldn't make out his face, because you could surely see stars right now. His huge cock felt like destroying your pussy. You were never sure if it would ever be the same anymore. Your legs! You couldn't even feel your legs, not even any part of your body except for Toshi's hot-blooded thrusting into your hole. It felt so good...too good. He could use you, ravage you and fill you up anytime he wants. Your head started spinning as the tremors came through.
"I— I'm coming! Coming!" You held tightly on his hands on your waist as you found your release.
You were still trembling around him when he held your waist so firmly it would definitely leave a mark. He pounded both himself and your body in full speed onto his cock. Your eyes almost rolled at the back of your head at his action and soon he stuffed your cunt full with his cum. He pulled out and damn you felt so empty without him. You knew you'd never ever be satisfied with any other cock anymore now that you got a taste of his.
♡ BOKUTO
He always complained (complimented) how tight you were that left him busting his nuts earlier than he should, so you had your ass up in the air now for his fucking. He gave your supple bottoms a good squeeze. Damn! He could easily enter you in this position. He couldn’t control himself any longer. You felt him rub his tip and you held tightly on the sheets, knowing how powerful his huge dick was. The moment the head got in, you took a deep breath in and soon, his full length was inside you. Your arms shook at how large his cock was. With that beefy body of his, you expected no less.
“Oh, fuck Y/N! You’re so tight even on this angle.” He had his eyes shut tight.
“Aughh…you’re just too big for me, Bo-kun.”
“Please don’t talk to me like that…“ He pulled out. “You know I won’t be able to hold back—” And slammed back in, your ass cheeks slapped hard against his pelvis. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy!” He pounded, thrusted, screwed you in a frenzy. It was so messy and wild that your arms felt like giving up on your weight and tears pooled at the corner of your eyes.
Quickly picking up on this, he grabbed hold of your elbows and gripped on them like they’re the throttle lever to your body. He maneuvered you as he slammed in and out of your tight cunt. Your titties bounced alongside your ass whenever he’d hit it deep. He was so rough and big, completely wrecking your pussy. You felt your juices uncontrollably dripping in between your legs.
The heat started creeping in and you knew…. “Bo-kun…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Your body trembled as you cried into your release.
“Yes, Y/N! Give it- Give it to me!” He screwed you faster. One, two, pumps…He pushed in deep into you and filled you up with his cum.
His heavy body fell onto yours and you both caught your breaths as he got you into an embrace and planted a sweet kiss on your sweaty forehead.
♡ OIKAWA
What supposed to be a cuddlefuck always ended up in hardcore sex because of his unbelievable size. Now, here you were sandwiched in between the bed and his big muscular body, while he covered your neck with soppy wet kisses. His erect cock now hot on your stomach.
“T-Tooru, I don’t think I can.” You said as he you felt him harden.
“Just between the thighs, baby. Just between the thighs.” He assured, flexing his hips forward and easing himself through your squeezed thighs. You gasped when his huge cock rubbed along right where your clit was. You bit your lip and arched your back—your hips matching his every thrusts. You wanted more, but could you really handle him? You rocked against his member which prompted him to move even faster and faster until—
It slipped! Your eyes popped and so was your mouth. He’s too big that you were shivering at the size. He almost tore you apart. “You-You’re too big,” you gasped and something inside Tooru was awakened. You sure felt him got even bigger and harder inside you. You knew what was about to come. “T-Tooru, wai—“
He began pounding you. Your nails dug against the skin of his forearms as he thrusted intensely. “My cock can never be too big for you not when your pretty little pussy is sucking me so tight.” He leaned even closer to you and pressed your knees close to your face. “You love it right? You love it when I’m balls deep down to your womb.” He clenched his teeth. "You love it when I stretch you open like this!"
“I- I-“ He’s fucking you so hard that you couldn’t even speak. The wave of pleasure with a little pain was too good. You’re going crazy. You wanted nothing but to be stuffed by his big cock that he was breaking both your poor little hole and your mind. There, yes...Harder! Harder! You let out a cry as you felt the rush takeover.
You couldn't believe you were still whole. You caught your breath beneath him and he kissed you. “I…I’m done for,” you whispered.
Pairing: bf!Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader x Matsukawa Issei
Word Count: ~5k
Genre: Smut. no plot. i’m not sorry.
CW: light dub-con (no explicit yes at first & mentions of reader being fucked when unconscious), filming, slight size kink, vaginal penetration, facefucking oral m!receiving, im unhinged sorry.
Pronunciation: mal·le·a·ble Definition: able to be pressed permanently out of shape without breaking; easily influenced; pliable.
Summary: Playing anything other than video games with your bf and his best friend was not the original intention…but who are you to complain about it?
18+ Only below the cut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, I’m begging you, please. If your blog is ageless or under 18 do not interact with this.
cw: smut. female reader. no protection. oral. enemies to lovers. hate s^x! one bed trope :) repost!—2.3k+
[ masterlist ✮ suna + kuroo + osamu! ]
“get your dirty hands off me.”
he scoffed, pushing his nose into the back of your neck, “don’t act like ya don’t like it, princess.”
arguing with miya atsumu on a day you were anticipating relaxation was not part of your schedule—to be fair, arguing with him was never planned at all, but he always seemed to weasel his way into your plans.
whether it was when you cleaned the msby jerseys, fixed the net before their practice, any basic chore—he always had something to critique you on. ‘it’s too low’ or ‘you missed a spot’ slipping through his lips more times than you could count, and that stupid smile he wore at your frustration never drifted.
he was nothing but a perfectionist in the end, and as much as you wished he kept it to himself; he didn’t. it was second nature at this point to listen to his small complaints, and it pained you to know exactly why he was that way.
growing up with constant competition of a twin who always seemed to be a little better than you in everything was difficult to grow out of, and perhaps you had the smallest bit of a soft spot for him because of it.
and as you avoided most things involving atsumu, he couldn’t help but infiltrate your schedule each and every time. being forced to bunk with one of the most irritating men on the team would have caused a migraine if he hadn’t already created one hours prior. the small snickers from the other members that filled your ears as you pulled the short end of the stick made it even worse; a vein could nearly pop from your forehead due to frustration.
to make things even worse, atsumu was already mad at you to begin with. being forced to share a room with him made him feel a mixture of emotions. the way you flirted with his brother hours prior repeated in his head—and right in front of him too! it was as if he was wracking his brain to get an upper-hand, but the thought of losing to his brother once again plagued his mind.
he was mad; angry—all because of you—someone who raises his heartbeat in a way he despised. he normally wouldn’t feel so strong in a situation like this because as a perfectionist, he always gets what he wants.
until it came to you.
landing on the wrong foot, things were rocky and only got worse throughout time. the small compliments and helpful hand always seemed to turn for the worst—and then of course, you met his brother. one sentence and you were smitten, atsumu knew it. there was only one way to fix the issue, and he wasn’t going to miss the perfect chance.
“seriously miya,” his hand squeezed tight against your side as you attempted to pry it off, “what’s your endgame here?”
“’s cold.”
his words made little sense as his skin was much warmer than yours, the hot sensation of his breath sticking to the back of your neck as each second his body seemingly inched closer. wiggling your body against his, you tried once again to free yourself from his grasp. the comforter rubbing against the bed filled the silence as he continued to pull you close—refusing to let go.
flipping onto your back and still between his arms, a smug look filled his features as he peered down at you innocently, “it’s not ma’ fault theres only one bed.”
the low vibrations of his voice sent shivers down your spine as his hand let loose to rub against your thigh. the darkness of the room covering the tint against the tip of his ears, much to his liking.
pushing him away once against, he furrowed his eyebrows at your movements. though, his hand found home on you once again. and as if it was a game of cat and mouse, arms tangled between each other with a mixture of protests.
“could’ya just—“ his arm continued to fight against yours until he swiftly wrapped it around your waist, pulling you close against his chest, “just stop?”
“i fucking hate you,” your words shot into him, anger resurfacing within him once more as you continued throw insults, “havent you realize that?”
“ya don’t hate me.”
“i do.”
he pulled you closer, nose brushing against his without notice, “what do you want from me, miya?”
silence filled the room once again as you stayed tense in his arms, his eyes shaking slightly as if his brain was pacing for the perfect words—a perfect excuse—to use.
“i saw the way ya looked at ‘samu today.”
a dry laugh left your lips as your eyes rolled, jealousy was always the fort built in his words, his brother being the reoccurring victim of his insecurities, “all of this because of your fucking brother?”
“do ya like him?”
“more than you.”
you hated the way his furrowed eyebrows made your chest tighten. the unresolved feelings you’ve felt towards the man that held you close fighting against your urges to end the feud once and for all. the defeated look he showed was covered up quickly, the façade he wore was radiating determination, “then ya know what i want.”
“and what’s that?”
miya atsumu was tired of the game taking place in his heart, dipping down softly to place a sweet kiss against your lips. the lack of response concerned him until you pulled him back in hesitantly, asking for an answer with the way your arms wrapped around his neck, hands carding through his hair with a pull.
“to change that.”
rolling atop you and spreading your legs as if he’s done it a million times, his lips did not leave yours. the animalistic growl leaving his throat shocked you as he rubbed himself against your warmth in no time—like an animal in heat. the clothing separating you both becoming his worst enemy, that was, after you of course.
“all this because—“ your words were broken between his kisses, “your twin is better than you?”
“‘m better than him.”
“i bet he fucks better than you.”
“just another thing i’ll prove wrong,” his hands pulled your shirt off your body, taking his own in the process and relishing at the chance to touch your intimate skin against his, “he’s nothin’ compared to me.”
his hands roamed your body, unhooking the clasp on your back, mouth finding your tits instantly as your head fell back. the tugs in his hair had him grinding harder against you, the shaky breaths evident as your plump chest bobbed against his face.
sweat surfaced on his skin as the temperature of the room seemed to get higher, the grip on your hips surely to leave a bruise if he continues to hold you flushed against him.
his cocked jumped at the sound of his name leaving your lips in a moan, marks littering your chest as his mouth worked its was down to you center. the slur of your words were almost intoxicating as if his veins were filled with infinite adrenaline, salivating at the thought of how wet he’s made you with his tongue alone.
“may i, princess?” his hand rubbed against your folds through your shorts, the small whine leaving your lips as you arched your back was enough of an answer for him to discard of them immediately, leaving you completely bare under his touch.
“your brother would have had me cumming by now.”
he laughed lowly at your words to cover his irritation, tongue invading your slick as if he was feasting after weeks of starvation. the feeling of his groans worked perfectly against your clit as he circled, growing harder at your taste.
precum wet his sweats as he realized his imagination did you no justice, months of his secret yearning to be between your legs completely worth it as his digits found their way inside you, pushing you closer to that climax with the search of your sweet spot.
“is this it?” his voice was condescending as he watched your legs shake under the curl of his finger, navigating and memorizing every inch within you. you yelped slightly as he caressed you inside, a laugh leaving his lips, “there it is, baby.”
“i hate you.”
“sure ya do,” he began to suck harder against your bud, thighs clenching around his head as that climax approached, “cum for me, angel. ya got this.”
the approval was sexy; encouraging. the feeling of both his mouth and hand simultaneously fucking you was intense. it was delicate, yet rough. he wanted to give you the best experience—he wanted you to crawl back for more, “f-fuck! ‘tsumu!”
the gushing against his hands almost made him cum alone as his mouth cleaned the mess he created on your cunt. the stutter of his first name from your lips was hypnotizing as he began to test your limits on your sensitivity, licking your swollen bud and holding your body down with his arms.
the roll of your eyes—in a way that wasn’t annoyance—was ethereal. raised his body to roll his sweats to his knees, he couldn’t wait any longer. he looked prideful as your release painted his face sloppily, his hand slowly pumping his hard. coming down from your high, your eyes watched his as he smeared the cum on his tip a few times at the sight of your fucked-out look.
“what are you waiting for?”
“i am admirin’ the view.”
heat invaded your cheeks as his eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. was it lust? similar, but not quite. it’s as if he had been anticipating this moment, eyes fucking you before he actually did.
pushing his tip against your clit, goosebumps caused his shoulders to jerk at the pleasure. your body twitched against him as if you were begging for him. slowly sliding his way inside you, his eyes clutching shut at the feeling of home within your walls. moving at a pace you didn’t agree with, he wanted to feel each detail of you before his inevitable corruption.
“please,” words finally slipped your mouth, his eyes opening at the pleads, “fuck me like you mean it, miya.”
his surname forced him to forget his needs as his hips snapped into you, stretching you against his length at an immeasurable speed as the slaps against your skin filled the room.
“back to miya, huh?”
the small smirk faded off his lips as your head fell back against the pillow, the raise of your legs to ease the position found their ways into his hands, his palms holding your knees back into the mattress to watch himself disappear inside of you thrust after thrust.
“yer so fucking pretty,” his words were broken, as if he was choking. all emotions leaving his face as he was too focused on the sight of you. the way your tits bounced, or the way your previous orgasm helped you fit him in perfectly, it was too delicious for him not to stop and take it in, “yer mine. all mine.”
“you wish.”
he changed his pace at your rejection, pulling out completely and slamming back into you to watch the curvature of your back pull up from the sheets. his arm wrapped under smoothly to repeat the motion. the way your jaw slacked open completely caused his demeanor to change back, an irritated smile filling his lips at your submissive state when you were the opposite moments prior.
“don’t lie to ya’self, baby,” the cock of his head would have made you roll your eyes if his actual cock wasn’t already forcing you to do so, “say yer mine.”
“over my dead body.”
“the way ya going limp on my dick right now, you kind of resemble one.” he joked, rubbing his thumb on the forming bruise he held you at minutes before.
“fuck,” you moaned your words, “fuck you.”
“that you are.”
his hair stuck to his forehead as looked up at the ceiling, relaxing his neck. hands loosening up on you as his body was slowly giving up at the orgasm he was pursuing. stars swarmed his vision as he picked up his pace slowly, yet sloppy.
he was cute, you admitted. as if he was lovestruck, even though you constantly pushed his egotistical words away for months on end. his breath shook while his legs gave out, pushing his chest into yours as his eyes latched onto you.
“so beautiful,” he whispered against your skin, “so, so beautiful.“
“cum in me, ‘tsumu.”
widening his eyes at your command, his forehead pushed against yours as he continued to push through. an ungodly noise left his body, but was quickly muffled as you pulled him in for a kiss, lips clumsily working against each other as his thrust became weaker, your body clenching against his to milk every drop out of him as he filled you completely.
disconnecting his body from yours, he collapsed next to you. your inhales syncing up as he pulled you close like before, except this time you didn’t pull away.
sweat covered his body but you paid no mind as yours did too, the sexual pheromones turning into nothing but an unspoken love being acknowledged; one that was present for days on end but never talked of.
sleeping with atsumu invaded your schedule, and fucking him was the result. although you seemed relatively busy, you weren’t exactly against clearing up time to make the night become a habit. maybe having benefits with a perfectionist would end up being more beneficial to you in the end, but was it really benefits? or was it something more?
“get outta ya head,” he mumbled against your neck, “and just stay here with me.”
“ok, miya.”
“keep callin’ me that and i’ll make ya a miya,” he sighed, shaking his head slightly, “that way ya cant call me that anymore.”
“like… marriage?”
“how else, dummy.”
“i guess marrying your brother wouldn’t be that bad.”
his voice was grumpy as he pulled you closer to his chest, leaving a small kiss on your neck, “brother? i don’t got one.”
"Well", you say with furrowed brows and your lips pushed into a little pout, "it's a little too late for that now. I'm already at his door and definitely won’t leave just because you told me to."
You receive a loud sigh in response to your tone, followed by a beat of awkward silence because you finally managed to leave Kuroo Tetsurou absolutely speechless.
"Don’t you get it, Y/N? Bokuto is currently going through his monthly rut and your mere presence is going to make it even worse than it already is", the brunette explains, his voice is filled with concern which you manage to skillfully ignore since his words are more irritating than convincing to you.
"Oh, right", you spit back, a sudden wave of jealousy rushing through your body and making you tighten your grip on the steering wheel, "this time his monthly fuck couldn't make it and that's why the big big alpha is going absolutely fucking feral. What a fucking shame.”
As the words fall past your lips, tears start stinging at the corners of your eyes, the knot in your throat is constantly growing and manages to suffocate you in the worst way possible at the mental image of your best friend and one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen pop up in your head.
"Y/N...", Kuroo sighs yet again, this time, however, he sounds different. The heavy undertone of pity is more than present in his deep voice and although you know he's the last person to blame, you can't help but get upset and eventually let his words get the best of you.
"Fine", you hiss and throw your head back with a loud sigh, "I'm just going to drop this off in front of his door and text him, I promise I won’t be in direct contact with him", a soft hum of approval quickly follows your suggestion and for the first time ever, Kuroo remains silent instead of adding some kind of remark in response.
Because usually, he is the one to tease you for being so God damn obvious about your crush on your best friend and leader of the pack, Bokuto Koutarou.
At this point you can’t even remember when or how it happened, you just know, the universe has decided to make you fall for the one person in your pack, you knew was absolutely off limits.
But – who could blame you?
As more and more time passed and you started growing up, Bokuto slowly turned into some kind of hero to you.
Being half-blooded in a pack filled with nothing but full blood wolves, you’ve always struggled to find friends or just – be accepted by everyone else.
It wasn't like the other kids were bullying you; except for a few "bad words" they occasionally threw at you, they usually left you alone, collectively refusing to include you at all.
And in those times, it was the grey haired leader who grabbed you by the hand and gave you a home to call yours.
And it turns out Bokuto had set himself two goals: number one, of course, to become a strong and powerful alpha to his pack and make his parents proud, like the leader he was born to be.
And number two, to protect you from everyone and everything.
When Kuroo, one of your pack's betas and Bokuto’s best friend, told you about this back in High School, you were convinced it was some kind of twisted joke to make you fall even harder for Bokuto just so they can laugh at you when he excluded you from his pack because of your human blood.
But as the weeks passed by, you started noticing a lot of things which had become quite normal to you, yet turned out to be Bokuto's personal ways of protecting you.
However, in all those years, Koutarou never once showed any signs of further interest in you; his relationship to you didn’t seem to be any different to the ones he has with the other pack members and to say that this slowly had become torturous is probably the best way to describe it.
You fell in love with Bokuto Koutarou when you were just thirteen years old, and almost ten years later, your heart still belongs to nobody but the alpha.
Besides Kuroo and Akaashi, none of the members knows about your feelings for your leader.
Just the thought of them finding out and teasing you for believing something as ridiculous as you, a half-blood, being an alpha's possible mate – is enough to send ice cold shivers down your spine and puts you in a state of sheer panic.
Maybe you feel so attracted and connected to him because of how protective he is of you; the feeling of being untouchable gives you some kind of comfort and easily replaces all the images of him and the blonde goddess inside your head.
You let your eyes roam the front porch of the house which the pack uses during the members' heats or ruts in order to prevent any form of serious damage.
As you keep your gaze firmly locked on one spot, you suddenly remember that Bokuto, the man you love and would give up everything for, is probably busy fucking a bunch of pups into another woman as of right fucking now.
Because despite the female wolf from one of the neighboring packs canceling on him the last minute, he always has a back-up.
Of course he does; after all he is an alpha, his primal urge – the natural need to breed during this time of the month even worse than usual.
And different from the other males in his pack, Bokuto can't just take care of it by himself.
And it’s that particular thought which makes those images of him with other women a little bit more bearable, even if the heartache remains the same, regardless.
He has no other choice, you constantly tell yourself, he has to fuck or he will go feral and cause damage none of you is strong enough to handle.
"Wait, no", Kuroo suddenly says and you find yourself furrowing your brows in confusion, "he's going to smell you through the door, and he doesn't even need anything to eat. Just go home, Y/N", the beta hisses and a weird feeling suddenly sits down in the pit of your stomach; the idea that Bokuto simply doesn't want you to be close to him at any time simply not leaving you alone as you replay his words.
"Just say it", you whisper and hate the way your bottom lip starts trembling as your boice breaks, "tell me who Bokuto's fucking so I have a legitimate reason to leave because you know I couldn't care less if he caught my scent through the door or not."
Kuroo takes a whole minute to respond, obviously struggling to find the right words and the more time passes by with nothing but silence surrounding you, the worse the demons in your head become.
"You're ovulating, Y/N", he suddenly hisses and this time you’re the one to be speechless, "if Bokuto gets the slightest sniff of you, a possible mate basically begging to be bred, he's going to go mad. I can't let it happen, you're not–", Kuroo takes a quick break, followed by a soft sigh, "you're not strong enough, physically as well as mentally."
You definitely don't expect his words to hit you as hard and intense as they do yet the only thing you notice are two thick tears rolling down your cheeks at the unintentional belittling of your strength.
Although you are very well aware of your lack in abilities compared to full-blooded wolves, to hear it from someone so close to you definitely breaks your heart and wishful thinking in a different way.
"Listen, Y/N, Babe", Kuroo quickly adds as the first sob escapes your throat and leaves the tall male in literal pain, "I'm not saying this because I want to belittle you or your strength but I know you, I know what you're capable of, what you can take and what's too much. Bokuto is – too much. If he ends up fuck- If he takes you today, you know it's the animal inside of him speaking and not Bokuto. I just don't want you to get hurt", you simply let out a few sounds of agreement because you appreciate his concerns and words of reassurance yet still feel yourself slowly breaking into pieces.
And on top of it, you finally realize what current state your body has been in.
"I didn't realize I was ovulating ", you reply and try to stop yourself from crying even harder, your hormones suddenly acting crazy as the primal craving to be bred by the man you love overwhelms you in the worst way possible, "I'm going to go home. Thank you for everything, Kuroo.”
Your voice is nothing but a mere whisper, the exhaustion too heavy on your chest and the constant tension in your muscles slowly but surely manages to tire you out.
"Y/N-", and as Kuroo tries his best to save the situation, you watch a whole armchair being thrown out of the window from the second floor in pure horror.
You gulp harshly and feel your eyes slowly widening at the sight of the furniture piece falling to the ground; a loud, animalistic growl follows rather quickly and you feel your heart skip a beat at the thought of the man you love losing himself to the brutal animal caged inside of him.
"Tetsurou", you suddenly say, your voice now filled with concern and easily giving away just how overwhelmed you are as you stare at the destroyed armchair right in front of your car.
“I have to go inside, he's going feral", you hiss and ignore the protest coming from the beta; your mind has already turned off anything unrelated to Bokuto Koutarou and you know it's everything but easy to put the focus back onto anything else but him.
"Don't you dare go-", "He threw a fucking armchair out of the window, Tetsurou. I am going inside and you can't fucking stop me. Just – trust me, will you?", a beat of tense silence follows your question before Kuroo mumbles some words of approval, yet by the time he tells you to be careful, you're already climbing out of your car. Your legs almost automatically carry you to the front door of the big mansion.
Your fingers wrap around the doorknob and twist it, because you know none of the members bother enough to lock it, before you finally step inside.
At this point you have no God damn idea what's going on with your body because not only is your heart literally slamming against your rib cage, but a huge amount of adrenaline is rushing through your veins.
The nervousness and lack of knowledge of what to expect as you walk through the destroyed living room is slowly but surely eating you up.
And of course, your mind easily slips into the worst case scenarios first, those in which the usually so smiley and happy Bokuto gets mad at you for having the audacity to even think of visiting him during this time of the month.
However, on the other side you feel yourself growing more and more aroused as his heavy scent fills your nose, intoxicating the wolf inside of you in the best way possible. If it wasn't for the loud stomping coming from the hallways on the other side of the living room, you would have simply buried your face in one of the pillows to burn the smell of the alpha into your brain forever.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
You don't know if it's the vulgar choice of his words, the sight of his stone hard abs drenched in sweat or the intensity in the usually so calm color of his eyes which make you take a full step back.
But the longer you look at him, the worse the dull ache in between your legs becomes and never once in your life have you felt as aroused as this.
"Bo, I just- I wanted to-", you stutter, stumbling over the words like a little child but you just can't seem to regain your composure, especially with such hungry yet dangerous eyes basically devouring you alive.
"Don't you dare address me by name right now", he suddenly hisses, his voice so deep and raspy, you find yourself struggling to recognize it as his very own but nevertheless, every single one of his words manages to make you press your thighs even further together; the arousal way too heavy in your system.
"Fuck off", he spits, words harsh, voice sharp and eyes filled with a burning hunger for something you can't seem to put a name on, "you're not supposed to be here, Halfbreed."
And as the teasing nickname fills your ears, you feel your heart breaking into thousands of pieces, your eyes widen even more and your body tries to stay as composed as possible, yet fails miserably. You know it's not the word itself which hurts you, it's the cold and disgusting undertone of derogatory in his voice.
"Fuck you", your first instinct is to bark back at him, your hands ball into fists as you try to hold back the tears and you don't know why the hell you haven't left the house yet but there's just something so captivating about Bokuto's current aura which makes it impossible for you to think rationally.
"Watch your fucking mouth, puppy", and with the threat it takes him two large steps to approach you; his body is finally close enough for you to inhale his strong, manly and incredibly intoxicating scent properly.
You absolutely hate the fact that your inner wolf is currently letting your crazy hormones take over; the disgusting urge to submit to the alpha slowly but surely clouding your mind and pushing you even further into a haze of irrationality.
"Or – what?", you reply and are proud of yourself for not letting the arousal overshadow your sense of pride even if you literally can't seem to focus on anything but the heat radiating off of the strong male's skin in front of you.
You feel yourself growing hotter and hotter as the seconds pass by and like that wasn't enough already, the disgusting feeling of being suffocated overcomes you and leaves you gasping for air.
"Y/N", Bokuto whispers, his big hands balled into tight fists, "get the fuck out. Now. Or I won't be able to control myself."
You know it's taking him every ounce of self control to not just ravish you right then and there and a soft, yet intense jolt of pain hits you right in the heart.
He would have ruined you as soon as you stepped through the door if you were someone else; one of his back ups. Never would he have let go of the opportunity of an ovulating female, basically asking to be bred and knotted. But because it's you, a half-blood, a rather unfitting mate for an alpha, he's holding himself back. And although you promised yourself to never come to this point, you can't help but let the anger and frustration cloud your mind.
"Why do you not want me?", you sigh, your voice breaking at the end of your question, tears start streaming down your cheeks as your body tries to handle the bitter feeling of rejection.
Bokuto stares at you with wide, furious eyes; his gaze roams your heaving chest and trembling bottom lip.
His primal urge to protect you, to keep you safe and secure overwhelms him the longer he looks at your tear stained cheeks. And for the first time in what feels like an eternity, he finds the ability to focus on something else than the disgusting urge to mate.
You feel pathetic and so, so dumb but after all these years of being silently rejected, you know you need this one last time to finally let go of him.
"All these years", you mumble, a sob falling past your lips, "I just wanted you to see me as one of them, as someone who is worthy to be with you, even if I knew it wasn't possible."
A sudden wave of wrath hits you, it makes you furrow your brows and lock gazes with the feral alpha in front of you, who has gone way too quiet for his own good.
"But not once", you poke your finger into the middle of his sweaty chest, slightly pushing him away from you, "not once did you look at me the way you looked at them. I've never been a possible mate to you", you choke out a sob at the intensity of the pain in your chest and you hate yourself for being so weak in front of someone who is already so much stronger than you, but you've had enough.
This is it.
"To you, I've always been nothing but a desperate, half-blooded piece of shit you picked up at some point in your life. But why, Kōtarō? Why did you bring me into your pack when you knew I wasn't even worthy to be in the presence of an alpha as strong and as powerful as you?"
Bokuto, however, remains silent.
His whole body is tense and if it wasn't for the current emotional state you are in, you would have been worried to death about the way he is looking at you.
"I never wanted this and you fucking knew it", you hiss at him, your eyes fluttering shut at the thought of your childhood dreams of a normal life – the ones you had thrown away when the grey haired, pretty eyed alpha had asked you to join his pack.
"I wanted to live the life of my father. A life without any of this, because I fucking knew that no one, and especially not an alpha, would spare me a second look. Yet I – I still trusted you…only to get my heart broken, over and over again", a loud scoff of disbelief leaves your lips and you shake your head at your own naivety.
"Why didn't you just let me go, Bokuto? Hm?”
It’s a genuine question; something you’ve been wondering for so long yet never once had the nerve to actually ask about.
“Alright, then you had some kind of urge to protect me back then, when we were children. But why did you drag me into this pack, knowing that I am in love with you. Always have been, always…will be", for the first time in ten years, you finally get yourself to say those forbidden words.
You don't know, if Bokuto really knows that you loved him but at this point it was too obvious and just because everyone has refused to acknowledge it all this time, doesn’t mean the elephant in the room is just gonna disappear, no matter how bad he wants it to.
"I could have had a husband and children– I could have had a real family by now, if you had just let me go when I had asked you to. But instead of living the life I've always wanted, I'm here, ready to call another woman to give the man I love what he needs but I can't give. How pathetic", you gulp harshly, trying oh so desperately to swallow the thick lump in your throat and take a deep breath.
"And the worst part about it is, that I'm fucking okay with it. I'm so in love with you, I couldn't care less if you fucked, bred and knotted one of your whores right in front of my eyes-"
"Stop", Bokuto suddenly hisses, closing his eyes slowly as he tenses his jaw and rolls his head back, "enough."
But you aren't finished yet and knowing that this is probably the very last conversation you're going to have with him, you are definitely going to finish, "because as long as you are happy and satisfied, I know I'll be okay, too. My future husband and mate won't be anything like you, and even if I won't ever stop loving you, I'll be okay", you continue regardless of his interruption.
"Shut up, Y/N", this time his voice is a lot louder, a little harsher and so much heavier than before, yet – you don't let it get to you.
"There's another half-blood male I met at uni", you whisper, finally able to let go of what's been weighing heavy on your heart for weeks now, "we went on a few dates and he asked me to join his pack."
At those words, the whole world seems to come to a stop for a whole second. Not only for you, but for Bokuto, too.
You get yourself to meet his gaze again and a soft gasp leaves your lips at the sight of a furious fire burning in the homey color surrounding his iris.
"He did – what?", the alpha barks, a vein popping out on his neck as his expression hardens even more than before.
"He asked me to join his pack and – become his mate", you reply, the words send a dull pain through your veins but this is the only way to make him let go of you, and you know it.
"And I'm going to acce-", but before you can finish your sentence, Bokuto almost brutally shoves you against the wall behind you, his hand firmly wrapped around your throat as he pushes his burning body against yours.
You whimper at the feeling of his strong muscles pressing into you, the heaviness of his rock hard cock against your stomach definitely not going unnoticed, and even eliciting a soft whimper from you.
"I'm going to fucking kill that son of a bitch", Bokuto groans deeply yet nudges his nose against yours oh so softly, gently.
You hate the way your body automatically moves further into his grip the closer his hot breath meets the skin of your cheeks. And once your mind manages to push the arousal into the back of your head to process his words, a high-pitched whine escapes you.
"How the fuck dare he even think of taking what's mine", he tilts your head to the side, exposing the soft skin of your sensitive neck to his prying eyes before he bends down to lick a long stripe along your pulsing vein.
"I'm not yours", you are quick to reply, your fingers find home in his damp, messy hair and despite wanting to push him away, you find yourself pulling him closer to youeself.
Bokuto lets out an animalistic growl in response to your words.
His grip around your throat tightens before he spreads your legs apart and quickly pushes his hips up to rest in between them. The sudden feeling of his thick cock firmly pressed against your throbbing cunt has your head spinning within the time span of a second and you take a deep, yet shaky breath to stay as calm as you can.
"You're mine", Bokuto whispers into your ear, "you've always been and always will be mine, my pretty puppy."
His words send shivers down your spine which turn into a heavy jolt of arousal and as he slowly starts grinding his hips against yours, you find yourself starting to give up and just - let him have his way with you.
"Bokuto-", "No, baby, you know better than that. Address me properly", he hisses against your parted lips, his eyes never once leaving yours.
"No", you spit back, angry at the way he manhandles you, "I'm not going to use the title all those other whores called you when you knotted them."
"Look at me, puppy", Bokuto sighs, constantly thrusting his cock in between your closed thighs, soft little grunts falling past his swollen lips as he averts your head to get you to meet his burning gaze.
“I didn't knot any of them", he explains, "and none of them called me their alpha, do you know why, baby?"
You swallow the moan in your throat as you maintain the eye contact.
"Because I'm yours, and yours only", Bokuto sighs and pulls you away from the wall before he moves the two of you to one of the big couches in the middle of the living room.
"Don't fuck with me, Kōtarō ", you whimper when he gently places you down, his eyes still focused on yours as he takes in the sight of your needy expression.
"You're the only one I want, baby", he gives you a quick look to ask for your consent as he takes the fabric of your shorts in between his finger tips and quickly pulls them and your panties down your legs when you nod.
You press your thighs together almost automatically, the urge to hide your drenched folds from him even overshadows the deep need to feel him inside of you.
But Bokuto is faster than you; his hands grab your knees before he pulls them apart and finally lets his gaze drop to your glistening cunt.
"Look at my pretty puppy’s pretty cunt", he whispers and bends down to push his face between your legs, pushing his hot tongue between your drenched folds to collect your juices, making you arch your back with a loud mewl of his name.
"You taste so sweet, puppy. So ripe and ready to be claimed by your alpha, aren't you, Baby? I can't wait to sink my cock into this tight cunt of yours and stuff you with my cum until you're pretty and pregnant with my pups."
His words are lewd and seem so forbidden to hear, yet they’re all you’ve ever imagined him to say to you.
Too many nights have passed with you humping your pillow and fucking yourself to the thought of him.
And maybe it’s because you’ve waited for so long or maybe it’s because of how much pent up frustration you’ve got, yet you lose yourself in the sweet pleasure without missing another beat.
Bokuto eats you out like a man starved. Loud slurping and licking noises fill the quiet space of the living room alongside your loud moans and his deep grunts.
However it doesn't take long for the pressure in your cunt to become too much for you to handle and just when you start chanting his name like it's the only word in your vocabulary, Bokuto suddenly pulls away from your drenched pussy. His plump lips, chin and even his nose are covered in your slick juices, the sight drives you mad and you feel a cold shiver run down your spine.
"We have to postpone this whole foreplay thing, puppy", Bokuto sighs and collects your arousal on his fingers before he pushes his sweats down his muscular thighs and reveals his big cock to your eyes.
And while he's busy getting rid of his sweats, you can't stop staring at the way his huge hand barely fits around his erection; his impressive size in girth as well as in length send chills all over your body and your cunt starts clenching at the thought of him filling you up to the brim.
With your heart hammering against your rib cage, you lift your head to meet his gaze and despite the soft tenderness in the usually so warm honey color being filled with nothing but raw hunger, you somehow find yourself finding the way he looks at you oddly calming.
"I'll make it fit, baby", he suddenly says and wraps his free hand around your throat before he helps you to sit on your knees, "don't worry, yeah? It will hurt because you're pretty little pussy is just too tight but I know you're my good girl and you're going to take it like a fucking champion, right?"
Bokuto mumbles against your lips, the deep bass of his voice in combination with his choice of words elicit a row of loud whimpers from your throat.
You nod and take his handsome face into your palms as he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before he asks you to turn around and get into the right position.
"Ass all the way up, puppy", Kōtarō grunts, his cock twitches in his palms at the sight of your cunt on full display all ready for him to use as he pleases. Your body moves on its own, as if your only goal was to satisfy the alpha behind you, waiting to be claimed in the most intimate and intense way possible.
By the time Tarō pushes his hand onto the back of your neck to shove your face a little further into the couch cushion, he already starts lining himself up with your entrance. You hear the sound of his spitting before you feel a thick drop of his saliva roll down the hot flesh of your cunt.
"Once you get used to it – I won't be able to hold myself back any longer, Baby", Bokuto grunts and slowly pushes his thick tip into your clenching hole.
"Don't hold back, Tarō", you groan, your breth hitches in your throat the further he pushes his thick cock in between your tight walls; stretching you out in a way you've never felt it before, "want you to use my pussy and – fuck – breed me like I'm your bitch."
"You're playing with fire, puppy", Bokuto replies, his voice is strained and fingers almost brutally digging into the skin of your hips, "don't tempt me."
It takes a whole minute for him to bottom out, the stretch is so deliciously painful as the feeling of being so full has you gasping for air. You know he's still holding back and you are quite impressed just how calm he is for an alpha who's currently balls deep buried inside of an ovulating female, especially after destroying the whole house just a few minutes ago.
But for some reason you grow angry at the way he so obviously tries to make it perfect for you when this is all about him. After all you want him to follow his primal urges, to get rid of the disgusting feeling and raging ager in his blood. Yet it seems like he has even forgotten about his rut at this point.
"Fuck, Baby, you're just as tight as I imagined", he groans and throws his head back, rolling his hips into yours to get some kind of friction while he waits for you to adjust to his huge size.
"Bokuto Kōtarō", you hiss and dig your nails into one of his wrists to pull his attention on you, "stop playing around and fuck me like the alpha you are, or this is just a waste of time."
A whole beat of silence, which feels like an eternity passes before Bokuto suddenly pulls himself out of you, leaving you empty and clenching just to slam his cock all the way in again. The loud sound of his hips slapping against yours is ringing in your ears as your eyes roll into the back of his head at the beautiful sting of the stretch.
"Excuse you, slut?", Bokuto spits, his hand landing on the soft skin of your ass with another loud sound of skin hitting skin and you feel yourself drowning in the combination of heavy pleasure and dull pain.
"You were the one to come in here, literally begging to be fucked like a whore and you seriously think you are in any place to tell me what to do? Oh, stupid little puppy..." Bokuto takes a short break and caresses the burning skin of your ass before his touch disappears and his hand finds the other one in another, harsh spank.
"T-Tarō...", you sob softly into the couch, your fingers searching for something to hold onto.
"I told you not to address me by my name, you fucking cumslut", he barks, almost growls at you, slamming his thick cock into you with a particularly precise thrust of his hips and for the first time in your life, you feel yourself rushing towards a high so fast without any kind of clit stimulation.
"Say it, puppy", Bokuto's thrusts are harsh and merciless, just like his constant spanking on your slowly numbing ass, "be a good girl for me and address me properly."
"Alpha...", you sob, a string of choked out moans and high pitched whimpers fall past your parted lips as you drool onto the soft fabric of the couch; your whole body preparing itself for the intensity of what's to come.
"That's it, Baby", Bokuto groans and takes a fistful of your hair to pull you against his chest, "you're mine. My puppy, my pretty cum dumpster", he whispers into your ear and places a row of hot, open mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck.
"I'm going to bite that pretty little neck of yours, yeah? I gotta make sure every fucking bastard on this planet knows who the fuck you belong to", and although you're very well aware of what he's implying, your mind can't seem to focus on anything else but the way he is fucking you.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head every single he hits your sweet spot in the deepest bits of your cunt, dragging his veiny cock along your tight walls in the most torturous yet perfect way possible.
"Tell me, my love", you let out a soft whimper at the sound of his voice so, so close to your ear; every single letter coated in honey and oh, so sweet to you, "who owns you? Whose cunt is this? Whose mate are you, baby? Come on, be good for me and tell me who's going to knot you?", he moans and tightens the grip in your hair, never once stopping the hard movements of his huge cock into the heat of your drenched cunt..
And suddenly, the urge to look into his eyes overwhelms you; the emotions of longing for the man you've been loving from afar for so long overflows your system and elicits another loud sob from your throat.
"I'm yours, alpha", you cry and throw your head back to lean onto his shoulder as your body starts tensing at the feeling of your impending orgasm, "please, p-please make me your mate."
You know you sound like the most pathetic and desperate whore to ever exist, but the thought of just hearing him call you his mate is absolutely enough for you to throw every single one of your morals away.
"I got you, baby", he grunts, softly digging his teeth into the skin of your neck before he pulls it between his teeth and starts sucking. And then, out of nowhere, Bokuto pushes his hand in between your legs, pressing the tip of his digits right onto your neglected clit. "Let go, I'm here. Cum for me, puppy", and it's the soft tone of assurance in his actually so raspy and strained voice which almost brutally pushes you over the edge.
The waves of your orgasm break down onto you, drowning you in such intense pleasure, your heart skips a solid beat. You start shaking slightly, whining and whimpering like a woman gone mad and just as the harshness of your climax start calming down again, you feel Bokuto's sharp teeth easily breaking the skin of your neck as he marks you in the most intimate way possible.
The pain of his fangs digging into you is like nothing you've ever experienced; so intense and strong, it starts clouding your mind and has you screaming out his name with tears streaming down your burning cheeks.
"It's okay, Baby", Bokuto's soft voice slowly pulls you out of your lust filled haze, "you came so hard for me, I can still feel that tight cunt of yours clenching around my cock. Sucj a good, good puppy."
You whimper at his praise, another tear rolls down your cheek and you try your best to push your focus on anything but the dull pain in your neck and the heavy smell of blood flooding your senses.
"W-Want to look at you", you whisper, too exhausted from the intensity of your orgasm, "please, Tarō. I want to watch you when you cum..."
"Everything for my Baby", Bokuto replies, letting go of your hair before he pulls himself out of your tight cunt and waits for you to roll onto your back. He watches you attentively, his hungry eyes roaming your body and making sure to not lose it at the way you so willingly spread your legs again.
"Please", you whisper, wrapping your legs around his strong thighs to pull him close to you, "want you to fill me up with your cum and breed me until I can't take it anymore, please."
Bokuto throws his head back with a loud groan, the utter submission in every single one of your words driving him insane and when he finally pushes his cock back into your sensitive cunt, he absolutely loses it.
You're his now; all ready and ripe to be bred by him and him only and the longer the image of stuffing you until your belly becomes nice and pregnant with his pups, the harder he starts fucking into you.
"I'm c-close, puppy", Bokuto suddenly hisses, pushing his face into the crook of your neck to inhale your beautiful scent but also trying to calm himself down because he knows that you haven't been knotted before and even though never experienced it himself, he knows it's painful for the female and just the thought of hurting you has his heart tensing with pain.
"Let go, alpha", you whine into his ear, your fingers running through his damp hair and building such a bittersweet contrast to the harsh movements of his hips, "give me everything you have. Want you to fuck your pups into my belly."
And that's the one which finally pushes his last button.
As he lets out the loudest, most intense growl you've ever heard coming from him in his human form, Bokuto starts coating the inside of your cunt with his tip firmly pressed against the entrance of your womb. It feels like he's cumming for a whole minute straight, keeping his promise of filling you up until you're physically not able to take any more.
And it doesn't stop there.
Just when you think he's done, Bokuto pushes his cock even deeper inside of you, reaching spots you didn't even know existed as he easily has you choking on your own spit at the intensity of his orgasm. You feel his already huge cock slowly growing inside of you to a point where you are convinced he's going to rip you into half. Bokuto, still completely lost in the sweet pleasure of his release, moans your name alongside a row of heavy profanities the further he stretches you open.
And as Bokuto continues to shoot heavy ropes of cum into you, his knot starts inflating, making your lower belly swell the longer he pumps himself inside of you. You quickly pull your bottom lip between your teeth when the pain of his continuously growing knot starts shooting through your veins until it just becomes too much and a soft, yet painful cry escapes you.
The alpha almost immediately falls out of his trance, the obvious distress of his mate easily pulling him back into reality. However, it takes him another moment to pull out as he eyes the bulge in your lower belly; his hand grazing over the swollen skin with adoration lingering in his eyes before he eventually bends down to press his forehead against yours.
"Does it hurt, baby?", he whispers against your lips, giving you a short peck and making you crave more just like that.
You nod, tears stream down your temples and your whole body shakes at the brutal amount of new emotions and experiences. Bokuto comes to lay down next to you, pulling you closer to himself before he pushes his arm underneath your head and lifts your head onto his thigh in hopes of keeping his cum inside of you for as long as possible.
A couple of minutes pass by in which you just look at each other, calmly taking in the sight of the other's fucked out yet so, so content expression before he – finally – pulls you into a passionate kiss.
Kissing Bokuto feels like heaven, to put it simply.
His plump lips meet you gently, yet he almost aggressively pushes his hot tongue into your mouth. You let out soft hums and whimpers at the feeling of his teeth digging into the flesh of your bottom lip before he sucks at it and then goes back to kissing you.
You let out a whine when he pulls away again, but you're quick to go quiet when you watch his nervous eyes roam your face attentively.
"I am in love with you, Y/N", Bokuto suddenly whispers, his voice filled with nothing but tenderness as warmth lingers in the honey color surrounding his iris.
You can't help but stare a him with wide eyes; excitement, fulfillment and warmth blossoming inside of your chest in the sweetest way possible and if it wasn't for how exhausted the sex has left you, you would have done more than just start crying.
"B-But I'm not – I'm only half-blooded", you voice out the first thing which comes to your mind at the memory of his mark on your neck.
"That doesn't change the fact that you literally own my heart, neither does it reverse the mating pretty girl", he whispers and places a soft kiss on your forehead, sending jolts of warmth through your blood in such a gentle way, you feel a shiver run down your spine.
"I love you so-", however you don't get to finish your sweet love confession because of the door being ripped open, followed by a panicked call of your names.
"Bokuto, where the fuck is-", you watch Kuroo halt in his movements when his eyes finally fall onto the sight of the two of you all cuddled up on the couch and before you can feach, Bokuto quickly pulls your shirt a little further down to make sure his best friend doesn't catch a glimpse of what's now officially his.
"You could have texted me", the tall beta says with a soft pout on his plump lips, hands on his hips as he grows more and more annoyed the longer he looks at you and his - naked - best friend.
"I'm sorry, Tetsu", you reply and let out a giggle, yet only receiving the finger in response to your halfhearted apology.
"Kuroo", Bokuto deadpans, finally getting his best friend to look at him, "we're fucking naked and literally just confessed so, would you – I don't fucking know – mind leaving us alone?", he continues and sits up to grab his sweats from the floor.
"Oh", Kuroo takes a quick glance at you, his eyes widening at the sight of your neck, "oh- oh, my God, I'm so sorry. You just keep – making pretty pups, yeah? I'm gone", he stutters once the realization hits him and before he gives you the chance to add something, the tall beta disappears just as fast as he showed up.
"Let's get you all cleaned up before we go for round two, hm, baby?" Bokuto grins and pulls your chin between his fingers to push his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.
"As you wish, my love."
(A/N: Hey, sweet loves! This is a reupload from my old blog, a highly requested one and since it's one of my faves from back then, i thought halloween 2022 is a good opportunity to do it! please feel free to leave me any kind of feedback, especially in form of reblogs. thank you for everything. x zade)
⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ shoyo only tolerates tears of pleasure in your eyes.
hinata shoyo who scoops you into his arms, lips pressing gentle kisses under your jaw and into the side of your neck, as soon as he sees that you're upset.
his first course of action, each time he catches the wobble of your lips and the wear in your eyes — is to drown you in his affections and fuck you senseless on his cock, so that no matter what it is that's bothering you, it's forgotten and out of your mind by the time he's done with you.
undressing you with a few tugs on strings and fabric, he steps back and takes his own clothes off, showing off to you his thickly sculpted arms and beautifully muscled body — giving you that signature rogueish grin when he catches how you can't help but stop and stare.
"shhhh," he warns into your skin when you let out a whimper, as he lays you on the bed and pushes your legs apart, settling comfortably between them and grinding his bare cock over your clothed cunt, making you arch into the delicious stimulation. "let me take care of you, baby."
and you nearly forget what was on your mind in an instant, when you feel his warm, calloused fingers tug your panties aside — when you feel the thick, heavy head of his cock press against your pussy.
"princess 's so pretty," he hums, hands grabbing at your waist, at your tits, as he kisses your lips and moans into your mouth.
he ruts himself against you, the length of his cock dragging over your clit as he teases, wanting you to beg him to put it in. "my pretty, precious lil sunshine."
he touches you without hesitation or control, squeezing at your plush thighs, mouth wandering from your lips to your neck to your chest — he eats you all up without even putting his dick into you yet, determined to take your breath away and render you fucked dumb.
and god, when he finally slides his cock into your cunt, that's drooling slick and aching to be filled by the time he finally gives it to you?
he splits you open, your legs thrown over his shoulders and your arms wrapped around his neck as he kisses your cheek, sinking himself balls deep into you in one go. and when you cry out, overwhelmed by the searing stretch and the ultimate bliss of feeling so stuffed — he giggles into the crook of your neck and gives you a little thrust—
a roll of his hips that bumps his tip against your cervix, and throws stars into your eyes.
"'s that feel good?" he asks, knowing already that it feels like heaven when your cunt spasms around his cock, when your nails dig into his back and scrape at the skin and muscle. your mouth falls open to let out breathy moans that stutter with each thrust of his cock into you, but he asks again. "feels good, sunshine?"
"mhm, mhm!" you gasp, spreading your legs further apart and angling your hips into a better position underneath him, wanting him deeper and deeper.
"that's good," he smiles, giving you a soft kiss that's such a wide contrast to how hard his hips slap against yours, and he throws his head back to moan when you tighten around him again. "mmgh, feel better like this, mhm? not sad anymore?"
you can't think properly, much less speak — each time you open your mouth, the air is knocked from your lungs by his next thrust, that makes your tits bounce and your clit throb as he shoves his fat cock deep into your little cunt, and all you can give him is a pitchy "anh—ngh, feels good!"
which is good enough, hinata supposes, feeling his orgasm drawing close — and he slows down, wanting you to cum before he does, angling his own hips into you so he hits that sweet spot of yours with every thrust.
your clit throbs when his pelvis slaps against the puffy little bud, and you moan louder, wanting more, more — wanting to cum.
the way he'd drawn your thoughts away from your worries and towards his body and what pleasure he could give you was seamless, genius, really — but your shoyo knows you so well. knows how much you love him and his cock. knows that no matter what it is, he can help you get your mind off it by giving you a good fuck.
he'll help you fix whatever problem your facing too, of course — but that's for later, when you're feeling better and more prepared to face it.
for now, he's going to fuck you and then clean you up and lay you down for a nap.
"g'nna cum soon, hm?" he breathes, feeling how your pussy clenches around him, how your body arches with anticipation into his.
"mm," you nod, begging with your eyes for him to make you cum, for him to give it to you and make a mess out of you. "need it, shoyo—hah, need it."
"you'll get it, sunshine." he laughs, kissing you again, one hand sliding over to palm at your tits again. "easy does it."
he'll give you your orgasm — send you to heaven, let you touch the stars and kiss you down from your high, and he'll do it again.
he'll do it again, and again, and again — till you're nothing but a fucked out, little mess under him, peppered with kisses and bites, pussy leaking with cum.
till your pretty little head's all empty and there's nothing in there that can worry you or put that sad expression on your face again.
"mhm—shit, there we go. feels so good." he groans, as you slide your fingers into the fiery curls of his hair and pull his face down into your neck, wanting him to feel your pulse against his lips.
⭐️Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Eijirou Kirishima x Reader
⭐️Summary: your first time taking them both at the same time
⭐️Words: 1300
⭐️Notes: this is not edited but hopefully you guys enjoy it anyway. Don’t forget to let me know what you think in the comments ❤️
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“you’re such a good girl for us” Katsuki coos in your ear. His large hands are holding you up by your thighs, back to his chest with your naked body on full display for him and Eijiro to do whatever they please to you.
One of Eijiro's lubed up fingers begin circling your rim, slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle as he begins slowly pumping the digit in and out of you. The feeling new and slightly weird since you’ve never had anything back there before.
Katsuki already prepped your pussy, the proof still on his tongue from when he made you cum around his fingers before licking you clean.
Bakugou can sense the discomfort from your face and he attaches his lips to yours in order to help you not focus on any pain you may be feeling.
Another finger makes its way in along side the first one as he begins scissoring you open. “fuck you’re so tight” Kirishima groans, lips leaving wet, open mouth kisses along your thighs, eyes glued to your swollen clit.
“FUCK” you scream out as he pushes a third finger in you, mouth sucking harshly at your clit as he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a much faster pace than before.
Once Kirishima deemed you open enough he quickly stands up, mouth on yours instantly. He takes you out of Katsuki’s arms, hands instantly grabbing your ass as he walks you both over towards the bed.
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“fuck you’re so tight” Katsuki mutters more to himself than anyone else as he slowly begins pushing himself into your wet pussy. Moaning loudly as he finally bottoms out.
The head of Eijiro’s cock pushes against your rim, as you throw your head back, mouth falling open as he begins inching his way inside of you.
You’ve never been this full in your entire life. Throughout your entire relationship with the two they’ve never been in you at the same time, always too afraid that they’d hurt you.
So when you first brought up the idea of them fucking you at the same time, they both instantly shot you down. And the fact that you’ve never done anal or anything with your ass made them even more hesitant.
After about a week of you begging for them both to fuck you is when they finally gave in, agreeing that Katsuki would take your pussy since he’s bigger, leaving Eijiro to take your ass, which he had no complaints about.
After a few moments they both begin slowly thrusting into you, loud moans leave your mouth with each thrust of their hips, after a few minutes they find a steady rhythm.
Katsuki takes one of your nipples in his mouth, gently biting down, teeth tugging on the sensitive bud before he pulls away, repeating the process on the other one.
Eijiro’s eyes haven’t left your ass, loving the way your tight hole is greedily swallowing all of him. The sight of both of their cocks drilling into your tight little holes having put him in a trance.
You’re the first to cum, both holes clenching around them as your orgasm rips through you, cum gushing out of you as Katsuki changes his angle in order to hit your gspot with each thrust, slick dripping down his cock and onto his balls.
Eijiro is quick to follow you, all it takes is a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s shooting his seed deep within you, loud groans falling from his lips as he watches his cum begin to drip out of you, hole still clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness.
With Eijiro gone, Katsuki is quick to flip the two of you around, pushing back into you fast as he chases his own orgasm.
His thrust become ruthless as he throws your legs over his shoulder, his cock so deep in you that you could practically feel it in your throat.
“too much” you whine out, the overstimulation starting to get to you.
“almost there, you gonna be a good girl and take it?” his deep voice questions. And your quick to nod, because yes you are a good girl.
“y-yes! Yes daddy” you whimper as Katsuki hands snakes down and begins rubbing fast circles on your clit, determined to make you cum again with him.
“g-gonna c-cum daddy” you moan out, walls clenching tightly around him as you cum for a third time that night, the way your velvety walls suck him in has Katsuki cumming inside of you, rings of white coat his cock with each thrust.
“I’m gonna pull out now” he warns but your too fucked out to hear him, ears still ringing from your orgasms, its not like you could form any coherent sentences anyway.
A small whimper escapes you as he slowly pulls himself out of you.
Eijiro watches the way your eyes close as you try to even out your breathing, watches the way both of their cum begins leaking out of you as Katsuki goes to run the three of you a bath, as he crawls over to you.
Your eyes snap open as Eijiro licks a long strip from your asshole to your clit, moaning at the taste of the both of them on his tongue. Your hands find his head as you try pushing his face away from your pussy, the overstimulation way too much at this point.
He takes your wrist in his hands, holding both of them down as he continues cleaning you. Tongue pushing past your hole before he begins sucking the cum out of you.
Your back arches off the bed as loud moans fall from your lip. Slowly you open your eyes, eyes immediately going to Eijiro who continues his work on your overly abused pussy.
Katsuki walks back into the room, stopping dead in his tracks as he watches his boyfriend lick and suck his cum out of you, cock hardening as he watches the way your fingers tug at your nipples, the pleasure too much for you to handle yet you still chase one final orgasm.
Eijiro’s still naked, cute plump little ass on display for him to see. “may I?” Katsuki asks, fingers softly rubbing over his rim. Eijiro looks back at him, nodding quickly.
Katsuki wastes no time, grabbing the lube off the nightstand and pouring a generous amount on Eijiro’s tight hole and some on his fingers.
Eijiro moans against your clit as two of Bakugou’s fingers push inside of him, stretching him open deliciously, the vibrations causing your toes to curl at that all too familiar tightening in your stomach.
“fuck me please” Kirishima whimpers as Katsuki fucks him open with three of his fingers. With a single kiss to Eijiro’s back Katsuki finally begins pushing his way inside of his tight hole.
You watch the two of them intently, still coming down from your most recent orgasm, before pulling him in for a kiss, the taste of you still on his tongue as you force your tongue in his mouth, licking and sucking.
Katsuki begins thrusting quickly, his second orgasm approaching much quicker than the first, and he wants Eijiro to cum before he does, and he knows that he will the way he’s clenching down on him, loud moans falling from his lips and Katsuki’s tip repeatedly pushes against his prostate.
With two more thrust, Eijiro is spilling his seed onto the sheets below him. Katsuki cums a few minutes later, pulling out and painting Eijiro’s back in white.
Katsuki quickly picks you up, walking you into the bathroom and sitting you down in the tub, the hot water relaxing your muscles as he walks back to the room and does the same thing to a worn out Eijiro.
“I love you guys” Katsuki says, placing soft kisses on both of your foreheads before getting into the tub next to you, helping both of you clean your bodies as he tells you how good you both were.
pervert! suna rintarou x reader | smut, 18+ | 3.8k words
summary: when your hot roommate offers to do laundry in exchange for a favor, you oblige in a heartbeat! your clothes seem to be returned in perfect condition, except there's one big problem: several pairs of panties are missing ...
cw: f reader, perversion, panty thieving, peeping, voyeurism, male masturbation, teasing, man-handling, fingering, mirror sex, dumbification, hate-fuck (?), rough sex.
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You’ve never had a problem living with Suna; he was the nicest roommate you could’ve asked for.
Rent always came in weeks before it was due, and he stayed out of your way for the most part. What he lacked in social aspects he made up for in general politeness. Suna always greeted you in the mornings before leaving, and when he came back he'd offer you takeout in exchange for watching movies with him.
Though he didn't talk much, you were never uncomfortable with his silence. He was much better company than your mutual friend Atsumu, who just couldn't handle shutting up for five minutes, let alone for a film.
Suna was a calming presence and when he did offer his thoughts on things, he was brutally honest. it was something you both seemed to agree upon, a small unifying factor that helped you grow a bit closer to him. He was clean and organized, and your communal spaces were a calm mix of both your living habits. You could definitely trust him with domestic tasks, he had never given you reason not to. So when he began offering to do your laundry in exchange for a couple of favors, you obliged in a heartbeat.
It couldn’t have been that big of a leap anyway. Suna was a self-sufficient man and had done his own laundry ever since he had moved in. Knowing that eased you, and there really wasn't a seed of doubt in your mind when you handed your hamper over to him before work. It was truly impossible for him to fuck this up. Most of your colors could go in the same wash, so all that was really left for him to do was load up the washer and throw in a softener mid-cycle.
In spite of your confidence in him, you still had lingering doubts about his abilities. He was a guy, of course, one who probably had his mommy back home to wash his jerseys all season long. You knew he was capable of doing his laundry just fine and yet you'd successfully convinced yourself he would fuck up somewhere. Mental preparation, you'd called it. Just in case he did manage to disappoint you. Most men had a way of doing that sort of thing, anyway.
Once you had returned, you were pleasantly surprised to be met with your clothes not only intact but neatly folded and organized on your bed. A quick look over your things proved them to be in order and you’d even caught yourself smiling as you packed everything into their respective drawers. You didn't expect Suna to go so far as folding them, so naturally, you felt as if you owed him something extra for what he'd done. Maybe you should cook him dinner?
Turning to the final pile, you paused.
Heat crawled up your body when your eyes fell on the remaining stack of garments.
"No fucking way..." you trailed off, picking up a neatly folded lace thong. You stood frozen in place, staring at the dark sliver of fabric with wide eyes. You could almost hear the gears turning in your head before the realization dawned on you. You had not only let your hot roommate wash, but fold an entire set of your panties.
The mental image that played behind your skull had you wanting to kill yourself. You could so imagine Suna standing in the middle of your room picking up pair after pair of underwear, snickering at each design choice. The mere thought of it made you want to die and at this rate, dying seemed like a way better option than having to face him after this.
It was times like this that made you wish you weren't so lazy. You had intended on separating your underwear from the rest of the wash the night before, but sleep had taken over and you’d completely forgotten about it in the morning.
Sifting through the pile, you inspected the panties one by one, cringing at the embarrassing pattern that decorated your favorite pair. Suna was an attractive man, even after living with him for this long you’d never changed your mind. From the very beginning and especially after finding out who he was, you were hoping he’d have an embarrassing routine or bad habit that would rid you of your feelings for him. But up until now, he had a clean track record.
if anything, it was rather you who had slipped up. It was you who had just now let him see your character-speckled panties, all for some small favors. Tossing the piece of fabric into the nearest bin, you threw yourself onto the bed. Violently kicking your feet, you buried your face in the pillows, screaming about your little fuck up until your throat went dry.
Quick footsteps and a sharp rapping at your door snapped you out of your tantrum. The sheer embarrassment of it all almost had you forgetting you shared the apartment with someone else. But how could you forget? He was the whole reason you were acting this way to begin with.
“You okay in there? I'm coming in!” the man called out.
Suna fumbled with the doorknob, it was his way of respecting your privacy. Wordlessly, he offered you some time to collect yourself before stepping in. Shit like that made you hate the situation even more, why'd he have to be so gentlemanly even after seeing something so humiliating of yours?
Cursing yourself, you sat up. Not only had he seen your worst pair of underwear but now he had witnessed your screaming fit. If he didn't already think you were weird, he would definitely think you were now. He was probably only checking in to tease you anyway.
“Yea Suna, I'm alright!" you blurted out. "I was actually just gonna thank you for washing my stuff!"
“You really didn't have to fold them too, you know?” the words left your lips so fast, you nearly couldn't catch what you were saying.
Suna’s eyes shifted from you to the now messy pile of underwear you sat next to, then met yours again. He wasn't stupid, it was very clear what you were flustered about.
"Oh,” he trailed off slowly, a hand coming up to comb through the hair framing in his face.
“It wasn't a big deal for me, sorry if you didn't want me to.”
“It’s fine!” you squeak. “I guess I owe you an extra favor for that.”
There’s a pause before Suna speaks again, almost like he’s contemplating the right thing to say. He's unreadable at the moment and you're about to curse him for it. But just when you fix your lips to get a word out, it appears he's decided.
“I'll keep that in mind.”
There's a smirk to his words that don’t quite reach his face, and before you can process it, he’s disappeared down the hall and back into his room.
Huffing you drag a hand over your face, turning your attention back to the stack of underwear in question. Sorting through them again you come to a halt. You're sure you’d included a couple more pairs than this so you recount, and recount, and recount. You're probably overthinking it, and things get lost in the dryer all the time. You can't even begin counting how many pairs of socks you’d orphaned in the wash.
This was Suna Rintarou you were talking about: star middle blocker for EJP. A division one player with a reputation to maintain wouldn’t do anything stupid like what you were thinking. Just because he stuck to himself didn't make him some reclused creep, he was a well-known guy who just happened to choose to enjoy a modest life. You're sure his name gave him plenty of girls to fuck, what business would he have stealing panties anyway?
You brush the thought from your mind. It's definitely a stretch, and beyond unlikely. You're almost ashamed that you even had such an idea, to begin with. Suna’s never given you a reason to doubt his intentions, but what kind of man just does a girl’s laundry for fun?
You need to be sure of your suspicions, if they were real at all. You need to catch Suna Rintarou red-handed.
Tonight, you hardly sleep. Staring up at the ceiling, your throat is dry, and your head is filled with unease, mind swirling with all kinds of theories about Suna. Frustrated, you slip out of bed to get a glass of water. The floor is cold, and a shiver crawls up your spine as your feet meet the chilly wood. It's an eerie feeling and it almost makes you want to crawl back into bed and try to fall asleep again.
Forcing the thought away, you make your way to the kitchen, treading lightly so as not to disturb your roommate. You know he has to travel in the morning, and you’d hate to be the reason he isn't well-rested. But as you pass his room, you realize he’s left his door cracked open and isn't asleep at all, heavy breaths and a soft rhythmic patting are proof of that.
The noises he makes cause you to stop in your tracks, and before you realize it, you find yourself drawn to them, clinging to the wall to secure a better view through the gap in the doorway.
Suna’s eyes are screwed shut. The faint glow of his phone screen just barely illuminates his features and you can see the soft dusting of pink covering his angular face. His lips parted and a shaky inhale followed as your eyes drop from his face to the hand that was gripping his heavy cock. You almost gasp yourself as you note the impressive size of it.
He was huge and girthy, even from afar you could make out the thick veins that decorated the shaft and the aggressive shade of pink that blushed over his leaking tip. You watched as fat beads of pre flowed down his cock, dribbling over his fingers before falling onto his weighty balls. You were so entranced by him you had barely registered what he held in that same hand until he began stroking himself with it.
Your jaw fell laxly as you watched how he worked himself with the lacy black fabric. He was practically choking his cock out with a grip so intense you were sure it was painful. Looking back at his face, you watched attentively as his brows knit together before he opened his eyes again. Zeroing in on his phone, a string of expletives fell from his lips as he picked up the pace.
The loud slapping of his skin and the creaking of his bed rivaled the sound of his voice but still, there it was. Among all the obscenities that came dripping from his tongue, there was your name.
It started as a whisper and you couldn’t even believe it was coming out of his mouth. It grew into a continuous desperate chant as if he was trying to summon you to properly finish him off before he pushed himself over the edge.
Suna came hard. Stupid hard. So hard he had let his phone slip from his grasp, and there you could see it.
You could recognize that photo anywhere, it was one of your best. Even if you had gone blind the next day, you could still point it out in a lineup of other revealing photos. There you were on Suna’s phone screen, on vacation at matira beach in bora bora, playfully bent over in a small bikini top and shorts.
This time you couldn’t hold the gasp you let out. Fully opening the door now, you watched Suna scramble to cover himself. The cum that covered his abs dripped onto his sheets as he sat up. Before he could open his mouth to speak you started.
“Fucking pervert.” you spat out.
Suna physically recoiled, the words had cut deep and bothered him more than he had liked to admit. But you’d instantly noticed how he flinched at them.
“Really, panties? And my Instagram? You're pathetic, Suna.”
He couldn't say a word, he sat staring dumbfounded blinking up at you like an idiot.
“Nothing to say, either? I expected a lot more out of you, guess you're nothing but a little pervert.” you spat contemptuously turning to leave the room. “And keep them. I don't want you going through any more of my stuff, freak.”
Suna sputtered as he watched you stand in the doorframe with your back to him. You were desperately waiting for him to say something, anything.
“That's rich coming from you” he fired back.
You froze as soon as the harsh words had reached you. Clenching your fists, you turn. "Accusing me is really low of you, Suna.”
“You think I didn't see you watching?” Chuckling, he ran a hand through his hair. “I mean watching me jerk off? You're even lower than me. I never crossed that line”
“Shut up.” you spat, turning to him. "I was only here to close your door. You're the one who left it open, you wanted to get caught.”
“Such a tease, youre the one who gave me your panties. it's almost like you wanted me to take them.”
Sputtering, you gave up on responding.
“You're no better than me.” he finished. Turning, you faced him fully now. “And you're right, I did wanna get caught, seeing you there made me cum, came real hard actually."
You cringed at his vulgarity. You’d never seen this side of Suna at all. He was always calm and reserved, the complete antithesis of what he was right now. You hated his sudden confidence and yet it turned you on all the same. Before you could think you began making your way into the room. Stopping before his bed, you lowered yourself to be at eye level with him.
“You know if you had just said something instead, we could’ve fucked.”
Bringing a hand to the nape of your neck Suna pulls you in, resting his lips against the shell of your ear. “So what’s stopping you?” he purred. Wrenching your head back to get a better look at you, his crushing grip on your neck intensified.
“Don't fight me now. If you want it, just tell me. I won't judge.” he simpered. "Besides, you do owe me a favor."
Your head spun at the thought of it, but you had also just caught him jerking off with your panties a few minutes ago. He was a creep, but you had also coveted him from the very moment he hauled his boxes in to stay. You didn't want to say it aloud, so you merely nodded. Admitting it would make it so much more real and you liked the idea of this just being some fever dream you’d wake up from in the morning.
“That won't do, I need you to say it,” he cooed, the smile playing on his lips growing sinister.
"I want it.” you whispered.
"Louder”
“I want it, Suna.” you said with more confidence now.
“Good,” he let go of your neck, deft fingers creeping up to get a good grip on your hair, beckoning you into a burning kiss.
The kiss was rough and nasty, spit escaped the corners of your lips and dribbled down your chin as his tongue explored your mouth. Pulling away with a gasp, you met Suna’s eyes, there was something dark steeping in them, but before you could think too hard about it, his hands gathered your hair again, pushing you down to your knees.
Your hands ran up his muscular thighs as he took the sheet off of him, swinging his legs off the bed to rest on either side of your head. He was much bigger up close and the sheer size of him made you nervous. Swallowing thickly you looked up at him again, and he brought a hand to your face, squeezing your cheeks so your lips puckered up for him.
“Go on,” he said with a nod, his other hand gripping his cock, slowly stroking it before bringing it to your eager lips. You opened your mouth and took him in immediately, already huffing around the thick of his shaft.
He was so big you could barely breathe around him, he was only halfway in and you’d already felt like throwing up. Pulling back with a gasp, you followed the trail of spit still connected to his cock, watching it split before pressing light kisses and kitten licks to the length of it.
The expression that painted Suna’s face almost made you laugh. His eyes were shut hard again and his forehead was creased in frustration at the barely there stimulation you offered him. Getting bored of teasing him, you put him in your mouth again.
You'd done it slowly this time, letting the tip of his member reach the back of your throat before pulling away. What couldn't fit in your mouth, you stroked with your hands and Suna was truly in heaven once he peered down at you working him skillfully. Grunting at your ministrations, he shifted his hands to cradle your face before plunging your head further down the shaft. You began to gag but he shushed you, gently stroking your head as he aided you closer to the base of his cock.
“See? Not so hard if you breathe through your nose, girl.” Humming around him you let him take control, allowing him to maneuver your head how he pleased, fucking your face with vigor. Tears streamed down your face and drool ran to your chin, the mix of fluid pooling down at the tip before dripping onto the floor.
“Fuck...” he grunted, bucking his hips as you took him down your throat, the harsh movement causing you to gag around him. “So pretty taking me like this…” his words were muttered and punctuated with moans. “So fucking good for me,” he grunted.
His words went straight to your pussy, and you clenched your thighs at the praise. Suna reveled in the sight of you falling apart in front of him, his words had an effect to them and he had clearly begun to make a mess out of you.
Suna was close, so fucking close. Pushing your face closer to him, you breathed heavily once you’d reached the hilt, nose buried in the light dusting of hair smattered over his pubis. A string of expletives left his lips as a warning. He couldn't quite find the words in time before he was cumming down your throat. When he had worn himself out you pulled yourself off with a pop, swallowing hastily to catch a proper breath of air.
You gasped violently, chest heaving as you huffed waiting for your breath to steady. Suna returned a hand to your face again, raising your chin to examine it. He brought his thumb to the corner of your lips, smearing around some of the fluids that escaped before pushing his thumb past your lips for you to suck. Capturing them obediently you met his eyes again, they were lidded and danced around your face and body, unable to focus on one thing.
“I didn't know pervert girls sucked cock so well,” he jested, sharply pulling back at the feeling of your teeth clamping down on his thumb. “I was joking!” he shook his hand for added effect.
“Let me take care of you now…”
Pulling you up to your feet, Suna helped you undress. He worked slowly and his touch lingered in the places he ran his hands over. Coaxing you over to him, he situated you in his lap with your back to him, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, he spread your legs.
“Look,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses and the occasional nibble to your clavicle. Glancing up, you had finally taken notice of the mirror that sat across from you. Seeing yourself spread open with him behind you made you shiver, your skin prickled with goosebumps when his hands traveled south, holding your thighs apart.
"Aren't you pretty?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. You were already babbling about him stroking your thighs and he hadn't even touched you where it meant anything. Pushing your panties to the side, Suna ran a finger down your slit, pulling it back to admire the thread of wetness that was still connected to your cunt.
“So fucking wet for me,” he began, bringing his fingers to his lips, sucking them loudly. Your flesh burned in embarrassment as you watched him lick your slick off his digits.
“And all that just from sucking dick? You really are a slut.”
You writhed in his arms, wishing he would get done with the teasing and actually touch you seriously. You were so turned on it almost hurt, the steady thump of your pussy irritated you, and you were practically on the verge of tears.
“Suna,” you whined, circling your hips desperately. “Please, just touch me already…”
You watched his head lift from its position at your neck, making eye contact with you in the mirror. Without warning, he brought two fingers to your cunt, harshly plunging them into your dripping hole. You cried out, bucking wildly in his lap as he drew them out before pushing them in again, curling them to skim the spongy area hidden at the back of your cunt. His digits were long and skinny and he had no problems reaching deep where you needed him. Tears streamed down your face as he worked you to hysterics, hiccupping and gripping his wrists when you were close to your peak.
“S-suna!” you yelped, shutting your eyes hard at the incoming wave of pleasure. Suna grabbed your face, turning it back to the mirror.
“Open your eyes.” he cooed, roughly scissoring his fingers in your pussy. “I want you to see how you look cumming all over my fingers.”
Prying your eyes open, you focused on the mirror. Training your sights on Suna’s nimble fingers knuckles deep in you, you clamped down on him hard, gushing over his hands and thighs with a scream.
Before you had even fully come to, Suna was already busying himself with your spent pussy. Peeling your panties off, he slotted himself between your folds, coating his cock with your fluids before sinking you down on it.
Mutually, you gasped. Your hole fluttered around his length as the stretch of him entering burned you. Letting out a shaky exhale, Suna took his time, slowly lowering you down with small strokes until he had fully bottomed out. When you had finally adjusted, he hooked his arms around your legs, folding you in on yourself as he dragged his cock out of you.
You trembled at the feeling of his length being drawn out before slipping back in. You could practically feel every vein stroke your insides and the angle of his cock had you jabbering incoherencies when he abused the spot that had you falling apart. Suna’s pace was unrelenting, he bounced you on his lap, letting gravity take over before he lifted you up again.
“Fuck,” He grunted, angling his body to sink himself deeper. “Keep clamping down on me like that and I'm gonna cum.” His words had the opposite effect on you, and your cunt was swallowing him up, squeezing his cock with a vice-like grip.
Groaning, Suna tightened his grip on your legs. Standing up from the bed, he bullied his cock into you, lifting and dropping you down on him with vigor. Moaning in pure ecstasy, you hollered at his pace grabbing onto whatever you could to steady yourself.
You’d gone dumb at this point. Sobbing uncontrollably, you were unable to moan or form any sounds other than the string of slurred syllables that made up his name.
“Suna! Su- su-…”
“I know,” he hushed you, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek down to your neck and shoulders.
“Fuck!” he grunted. “Gonna… gonna cum!”
Gripping his wrists you tried to find the words. “Don- don’t pull out..” you slurred, teetering over the edge of bliss.
Your words shot straight to his pulsing cock and he emptied himself inside you with a strangled cry. The feeling of him filling you up with his warm seed pushed you over the edge. Crying, you gushed around him, pushing his cock out as he tried to fuck you through your orgasm. Coming down from his high, Suna pulled out of you, the mix of fluids dripping out of your worn cunt and onto the hardwood floor.
Relaxing in his arms, your eyes fluttered closed. Leaning your head back, you looked up at him. Sweat lined his brow and his face was a violent shade of pink as he huffed, meeting your gaze.
Summary: You go to your first college party and meet the hot-tempered Atsumu Miya. While, at first, he doesn't seem interested in you, the two of you end up getting closer as the night goes by.
a/n: let's imagine a world in which everyone's clean all the time.
“Newbie at 12.” Osamu Miya’s attentive eyes spot you from afar as you enter the big hall of the frat house with hesitant steps. You’re eyeing around as if you’re looking for someone, careful not to bump into the other guests.
“It would be best if you refrained from talking like a hunter, Osamu.” Kita Shinsuke’s tone is that of a disciplined man. Given his natural leading attitude, it’s no surprise he is the uncontested head of the fraternity, and his reprimands are not a novelty to the grey-haired twin. The same could be said for the other twin, Atsumu, but instead of empathising, he promptly grabs the chance to mock his own blood.
His cackle is soon put to rest when Kita’s big eyes focus on him. “Why don’t you go help her?”
“Uh…” Atsumu squints his eyes a little. “She’s not my type.” He glanced at you quickly when you arrived, and you didn’t stand out much to him. Now that he’s forced to give you a second look, he finds you fiddling with the beer keg. “Look! She doesn’t even know how to get the beer.”
“One more reason to make ourselves hospitable, don’t you think?” Kita’s question, together with his gaze, doesn’t admit any replies, and Atsumu grumbles almost horsily before setting out in your direction.
You’re standing still in front of the unopened beer keg, eyeing it from top to bottom and fidgeting with a red plastic cup you took from the table nearby. Atsumu's shoes squeak on the sticky pavement of the house.
“You need to turn the handle on the top first.” He approaches you and follows his own advice, showing you how it’s done.
“Oh, thanks.” Your eyes are doe-like, wide and careful. You stare at him for a second before lowering your gaze to the tap and pouring some beer into the red plastic cup you took a moment prior. The little bubbles form a layer of foam on the top.
Atsumu realises that Kita will never let him off the hook if he doesn’t at least make some small talk. “First time at our frat?”
Your eyes dart to his, and it’s really hard not to think of you as prey when you appear insecure like that.
“Yes. I was invited by a friend, but he’s not here yet.” You glance around.
“Do I know him?” Atsumu places his elbow on the keg, leaning relaxedly on it.
You hesitate briefly. “His name’s Hinata Shōyō. You might know him because of the volleyball team…? He’s great.”
Atsumu’s lips widen in a large smile. “Is he now? I heard the whole team is quite strong. Especially their setter.”
“Oh, you mean Miya-san? Yes, Shōyō told me wonders about him. I’ve still got to go watch one of their matches, but he told me there’s no ball he can’t toss.”
Atsumu’s ego is jumping left and right. Should he let you praise him more? Should he tell you he is the Miya-san you’re talking about? “I heard he’s quite handsome too.” He makes sure to attentively observe your face after saying that and your flustered reaction reveals rather amusing.
“I mean, you can judge that for yourself since the guy is here.”
You blink up at him in response and take a sip of your beer while glancing fleetingly around the room.
Atsumu draws near and points his arm toward the other side of the room. His shoulder is almost touching you and he can see you stiffening in his vicinity. “See that guy?” He points to Osamu. “He’s his twin. So, imagine him blond and better looking, and you have your Miya guy.”
The moment you realise what he’s been doing, you gasp quietly and turn toward Atsumu, almost bumping your head against his. The cup in your hand crackles under your tightened grip.
“You’re Miya Atsumu,” you manage to mumble after a couple of seconds.
Atsumu decides it’s time to stop his teasing and limits himself to a cordial smile. “And you are?”
“Y/n,” you reply quickly. There’s something in your eyes that screams “flight” and you take out your phone, probably checking if your friend is coming to save you. Behind your fingers, Atsumu notices a bright orange fox painted on your cover.
“You like foxes?”
“I do,” you reply shyly.
“And why is that?”
“Well, they’re agile, elegant, and proverbially cunning.” You quickly type in something on your phone. “Basically the opposite of me,” you murmur distractedly.
Atsumu is about to say something, but right at that moment, Hinata appears next to you and hugs you tight. “Y/n-chan! You finally arrived at the campus!”
Atsumu is soon brought up to date. You started college one month later due to some other project you were attending and that’s why you haven’t been able to cheer for your friend at the matches yet.
When you talk with Hinata, you seem like a completely different person. Your smile is bright, your eyes shine and there’s even a silly humorous side to you that Atsumu would have never seen coming. He slowly starts feeling like he wants to make you be like that with him too.
“Shōyō! Y/n! Come play beer pong with me!” The one calling loudly from the wide door that leads to the back garden is Bokuto, his face already red and his hair as crazy as it can be. Since Akaashi isn’t here today to check on him, he already went all out and is now even more unstoppable than usual.
“I swear, that man could power an entire city with his energy,” comments Atsumu, half envious and half grossed out, and when he hears you chuckle at his comment he wonders if you might be one of the few people who actually find him funny. He knows he’s funny. But people never want to admit it and always bash him for his comments. It’s unfair.
Hinata and you join Bokuto outside, while Atsumu shoots Kita an are-you-happy-now look and then goes getting some shots with a group of pretty girls over the home bar.
He’s telling the ladies one of his volleyball stories when excited screams from the garden capture his attention. A small group has gathered around the beer pong table, and when he joins the crowd, he notices that Hinata and Bokuto’s competitive nature has gotten the best of them.
Almost all the shot glasses are empty even though the game has basically just started. Drinking that much that fast isn’t doing any favour to any of you and by the redness of your cheeks you’re all clearly already drunk.
The match ends with Bokuto’s team winning by one point and he roars a “Hey! Hey! Hey!” that, Atsumu thinks, must have reached the fucking moon.
“Jenga! Let’s play Jenga now!” Bokuto is implacable and drags you by the hand toward a corner of the garden where someone laid blankets and board games for the people to play. “Tsum-Tsum! Come play too!”
Soon you’re all sitting around a small table, colourful lanterns and pillows scattered here and there among you, and you’re all looking at a tower made of rectangular wooden pieces.
When Atsumu extracts the first piece from the tower, he notices some massive red writing on it. It says “1 SHOT”. “This ain’t normal Jenga, what the fuck?!”
“It’s adult Jenga!” explains Hinata with shiny eyes. “That means you need to drink one shot!”
“No shit, I figured that out,” replies Atsumu with a roll of his eyes.
He does as the piece of wood commanded, grabbing a bright blue shot glass that someone─he didn’t really notice who─brought outside and bottoming it up. People cheer at the scene before giving the spotlight to the next player.
The first pieces extracted have tame rules on them. Drink this, drink that, scream “penis” out loud. But as the game progresses, some wilder requests come up.
By the middle of the game, some of you are without a piece of clothing, a couple of you have kissed and Hinata has a drawn moustache over his lips. Osamu has joined the game too and is now twerking like an idiot in the middle of the garden. Being drunk really doesn't suit him.
As of yet, Atsumu has been quite fortunate. He’s still quite intact, but he did have one too many.
He doesn’t know why, but he often finds himself locking eyes with you, your reactions revealing maybe even more entertaining than the game itself. You switch from amused giggling when you’re looking at the others’ challenges to muted apprehension when it’s your turn to draw.
You get on your knees, careful not to raise your skirt, and carefully study the wooden tower. After making a cute focused face for what must have been 20 seconds, you withdraw a piece from the middle tower. “Mmh… it says ‘Never have I ever’”.
“Oh, a game inside a game. So meta,” comments Bokuto. “Tsum-Tsum, did I use ‘meta’ right?” Atsumu nods patiently and Bokuto grins before turning his gaze back to you. “So? What have you never done?”
You ponder for a moment, your eyes lost somewhere far away. “Never have I ever… had a one-night stand…?” You raise the pitch of your voice in the end, making it sound like a question instead of an answer, and a blush tints your cheeks.
Every single person in the group grabs a shot and drinks.
“What? All of you?” You turn toward your friend. “Hinata! You too?!”
Hinata smiles apologetically before grabbing some chips that were lying around and putting a handful in his mouth.
“Oh well. I guess I’m just lame then,” you pout.
“You could always do it today,” suggests Bokuto with wide innocent-looking eyes, and if you were red before, now you’re like an ambulance light.
“Kōtarō!” you squeal and move uncomfortably on your spot on the blanket.
What surprises Atsumu, though, is not your bashfulness, but the fact that when Bokuto made his suggestion, your eyes almost imperceptibly darted to him. Are you interested in him? And why is that making him this happy? He’s quite used to being popular by now.
An hour later, most of you are way too drunk and Atsumu makes a trip to the kitchen. It's a big mess, but he still manages to come back five minutes later with an onigiri-stuffed plate in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other.
“Here.” He plops right next to you on the blanket. Some people are straight out sleeping on the grass, while others went inside dancing or making out. “Have some water to sober you up.”
You stare at Atsumu with glassy eyes, the left corner of your mouth turning up and making your cheek round. “Thanks.” You accept the glass of water and drink almost all of it in one sip before turning at him. Then your eyes fall on the dish he has in hand. “Are those onigiri?”
“Of course they’re onigiri. What do they seem to you? And not just any onigiri. These are the best onigiri in all of Japan.”
You chuckle. “Aren’t you putting the bar a bit too high?”
Atsumu simply hands you the plate and you carefully grab one of the rice delicacies. You are holding it with two hands like a hamster would─exactly like Atsumu usually does─and give a small bite. Then another. And another.
“This is absolutely delicious!” Your voice is high-pitched and your eyes are closed in pleasure.
“I told ya.”
“Dammit, you were right. This is the best onigiri I’ve ever had,” you admit when you’ve devoured the whole thing.
“So, are you feeling any better?” Atsumu takes an onigiri for himself and starts chomping on it.
“Yeah. I never had so much alcohol in my life. I felt like dying before this.” You grab a fluffy orange pillow and hug it tight. “Why are you being so nice to me, though?”
“What kind of question is that?!” Atsumu glares at you and you withdraw behind the pillow.
“You’re Miya Atsumu! Great setter and hottest guy of the faculty─” you gesture widely in front of you─“Isn’t it weird that you’re talking and bringing food to a girl like me?”
You’re clearly drunk. This is drunk talk. Disinhibited, shameless drunk talk. You just called him the hottest guy in the faculty. Atsumu is about to smile, but then his attention is grabbed by the last thing you said.
“A girl like you?”
“Ugly, clumsy,” you mutter feebly. You’re now clenching the pillow as if you were trying to strangle it.
Atsumu’s brows furrow. Sure thing, you’re not a model, but ugly? Nah. “You’re not ugly.”
You shake your head stubbornly and snort. And Atsumu finds it cute. Why are you cute while you’re literally throwing a tantrum?
“Listen, I am the great Miya Atsumu, right? So my opinion should matter.” Atsumu wonders what’s happening to him. He’s not the type to go and comfort people.
You raise your eyes and lock them onto his. What are you thinking? It’s the first time tonight you don’t immediately lower your gaze.
“I’ve gotta go to the restroom,” you say in the end.
Well, that’s a mood breaker.
You get up─clumsily, he has to admit─and leave him there without a word.
Five minutes pass, then ten. Atsumu is lying on his back, looking at the few stars that reveal themselves in the dark mantle of the sky. “Where the hell has she gone?”
He ends up going back to the house and upstairs, looking for you. After getting past the long line of rooms that face the corridor, he finds you sitting on the windowsill that faces the front garden.
“What are you doing here?”
“Oh… I… Why are you here?”
“To talk with you? You said you’d use the restroom and then disappeared.”
“You waited for me?” Atsumu finds your face really silly right now, with your mouth agape and your brows raised all the way up.
“Duh?”
“I thought you’d be gone talking with someone else as soon as I left.”
“What the… You seem like a big overthinker, uh?”
“How did you know that?”
“Y/n-chan, you asked me why I was talking to you earlier.”
“Did I?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh… I… forgot that.”
Atsumu bursts into laughter. “You really are something. First, you act all cute, then you abandon me downstairs, and then I discover you don’t even remember talking to me!”
“I do remember talking to you! I just forgot that specific part… maybe because it’s so embarrassing.” You're massaging your arm as if in an attempt to comfort yourself. “Wait, did you just call me cute?”
Atsumu leans closer, pressing his hand on the windowsill right next to your hip and staring at you without an ounce of hesitation in his eyes. “What if I did?”
You withdraw a little, giving him only a side glance. “You shouldn’t toy with people like this.”
That takes him aback. Toy with people? Is that what you think he’s doing right now? What bad of an impression do you have of him?
“That hurts.” He meant to say it as a joke, but his voice comes out more serious than intended.
“Uh?” You swiftly turn to him and your face is so close he can feel your breathing. “I’m sorry. I just assumed that you… I mean─”
“Oh, shut up.” Atsumu leans close and stops your words with the clash of his lips on yours.
To his surprise, you don't retract yourself. You do remain still for a couple of seconds, but after that, your lips relax and reciprocate his kiss.
When he brushes your lips, they obediently part and your tongue soon meets his. You're a good kisser. Delicate, soft, yet passionate.
Your lips are plush, your tongue is burning hot and your hand slowly reaches for his hair, caressing his scalp in a motion that makes little shivers run down his neck.
You don't retract even when Atsumu extends his hand, brushing his fingers on your side, playing with the fabric of your top. He's feeling hot.
The two of you keep making out like teens, uncaring of whoever might see you and barely taking the time to breathe.
When you finally pull away, your lips are swollen and your eyes shine lasciviously. How is it that you look so sexy?
“Wanna put an end to your never-had-a-one-night-stand days?” Atsumu asks on a whim and soon regrets it, almost certain he'll receive a slap for his words, only the hit doesn't come.
Your expression remains blank for a moment, but then you put your hand in his. “I'm going to be in your care.” There's a weight in your words Atsumu didn't expect, and normally it would be enough for him to get the hell out of the situation, but he finds himself not wanting to leave the warmth of your hand, the sincerity of your eyes. He leads you to the third floor and into the last room of the corridor. His room.
You look around nervously, but the moment Atsumu places his hands on your sides, pulling you close to him, you softly lean in his touch.
As the two of you kiss, something grows inside Atsumu, a hunger that he hasn't felt in a while.
When you press yourself against him, he revels in the softness of your breasts against his chest. When you pull at his hair lightly, he moans quietly in your mouth. When you fall on the bed under his weight, your shiny eyes sweetly looking for his, he decides he's going to make you have the time of your life.
He snakes his hand under your shirt and gropes your breast softly, his lips busy on your neck, leaving little marks and slow licks all over your skin.
“Did you lock the door?” You ask between pants.
“Yes.”
“Do you have a condom?”
Atsumu chuckles. “I do.”
“Ok.” The way you say it sounds like someone preparing for a difficult challenge, and Atsumu stops his movements to meet your gaze.
“Are you done overthinking now?”
“Maybe…” You smile at him and it's one of the most charming smiles Atsumu has ever seen. Your lips are enchantingly curved, your cheeks are plush and round, and your eyes are full of softness.
“You're about to have the best sex of your life. Forget about everything else.”
“Aren't you setting the bar a bit too high?” You giggle.
“Was I wrong before?” Atsumu looks at you with the sheer confidence of who knows exactly what he's doing and your giggle transforms into a silent swallow.
He got you.
Atsumu stands on his knees and takes off his shirt, leaving his torso bare for you to see. He takes great pleasure in observing the way your eyes roam around his body, starting from his strong shoulders and falling to where his abs fade into his boxers.
Then he pulls you up too, freeing you of your shirt and bra before pushing you back on the bed. His hands promptly reach for your breasts, fondling them lovingly and playing with your nipples until hot, quiet whimpers escape your lips.
Your hands trace long lines along his back, then fall to his sides, and finally reach for the hem of his boxers, playing with it and the skin underneath.
Atsumu can feel himself growing bigger by the second, but there's something he wants to do before letting you touch him. He leans on you once again and kisses you deeply, biting your lip once and then twice after hearing your reaction. Then he starts going South. He trails soft kisses and small bites on your collarbone, the valley between your breasts, your belly, until he reaches your skirt. He pulls it up and stares at your panties for a hot second.
It's there. The much-adored wet spot that shows how much you like what he's doing to you.
“Don't stare,” you whine without too much conviction, and he can see you following his every movement as he settles himself between your legs.
He moves your panties aside and brushes his hot tongue flatly along your folds. You taste amazing.
Minutes pass and his tongue never leaves you for more than a second. You’re melting under his touch and Atsumu feels a sense of satisfaction similar to when he hits a perfect serve and scores an ace.
Then you moan his name out loud and tug his hair gently. Okay, maybe two aces.
You’re clearly about to cum, but he stops.
“Mmh?” You raise your head, a puzzled look on your face.
“I wanna change position,” Atsumu replies. He’s teasing you, not wanting you to cum so easily, but he also really wants to try something right now.
He doesn’t know how, but he convinces you quite easily to do exactly what he wants and a minute later you’re in no less than the famous sixty-nine position. You were hesitant while lowering your now naked hips over his face, but once he started licking you again, encircling your happy little bud, it didn’t take you long to let yourself go. After lowering his boxers, you take his cock in your hand and give it a couple of strokes before enclosing your hot mouth on it. Fuck, maybe three.
When you start getting close to your climax, your moans reverberate through his cock and Atsumu almost loses his mind. If not for your lips leaving his member when you unravel, he could have cummed too.
“So fucking pretty.” The words come out of his mouth on their own.
Atsumu grabs your ass and squeezes it with both hands before making you move.
He has just caged you under his body when someone rattles with the door handle. “What the fuck, why is my room locked?”
A stranger's voice is now swearing outside the room and you both still, Atsumu with a quirked brow and you with panic in your eyes.
“Whoever you are, this is not your room!” Atsumu screams suddenly, and there's irritation in his voice. He remains over you and you adjust your body, looking for some comfort.
“Miya?!” Screams back the voice from the other side. “Come on out! Everyone's looking for you!”
“What the fuck?! I'm in my own room, leave me alone.”
“Your brother cut his leg while dancing on the table, they're bringing him to the hospital. Kita-san was looking for you.”
“Ffffffuck.” Atsumu stares at you for a while, regret filling his chocolaty eyes, then gets up from the bed. “I'm sorry, y/n-chan. I have to go.” He lets out a big sigh and starts putting his clothes back on.
There's a disappointed look on your face at first, but as you start gathering your clothes, you shoot a worried face toward Atsumu. “Will your brother be okay?”
“Don't worry, he's basically immortal. They will fix him up and he'll be back dancing like an idiot in a day or two.”
Before going out of the door, Atsumu leans close to you and whispers in your ear, “Let's finish this up another time.”
Before giving you the chance to reply, he squeezes your ass and then leaves a kiss on your cheek. The face you make is priceless. Confused, a tiny bit outraged and absolutely, irresistibly cute.
Atsumu smiles. “Wait a bit before coming out so you won't draw too much attention.” He then winks and leaves, loudly closing the door behind him.
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You
The day after, you're wondering how the heck you're going to “finish up another time” if you didn't even exchange numbers when your phone rings.
You open the message and see Atsumu's face smiling at you with a charm he has no right to own. Under it, you read his messages.
> hey y/n-chan. Cancel any plan you might have, I'm gonna pick you up at 8
> Shōyō gave me ur number
> let's meet in front of the big fountain
> >:p
You shake your head as a wide smile blossoms on your face.
a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing @bisexualturtledove ♡ thank you a million for commissioning me and for being so so lovely!! i really hope you enjoy your fic because i had a lot of fun writing it and just aHHGDUS I really hope it's what you had in mind my love <33
iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader x oikawa tooru
White, hot steam of the hot spring fills the night air with a thick layer of fog that hangs low enough to cover everything. The bamboo around your little alcove, the door back inside; the clearness of the night sky. You can barely see past the furthest edges of the pool. The lamp flickers with a mechanical buzz, soft taps of nighttime insects flying against the glass. It’s not too cold — but it is awfully dark. A tense kind of silence hangs over the outdoors part of the center, and you tuck your knees to your chest as you cup some water to pour it over your back.
The dewy drops of sweat that roll down your neck are already cold by the time they’re washed off, a mindless action you do your best to focus on. Because it’s easy. Peaceful. You’ve been here before, and though it’s usually much busier even late at night; there’s nothing inherently scary about having some time alone. Hell, you should probably be grateful for it. But you can’t help but feel a tightness in your throat each time you swallow, and the urge to look over your shoulder every so often.
Only to find a motionless pool, and the foggy view of swaying bamboo and a frigid night.
You get out of the heat when your time’s just about run out, thoughts a bit loose — lightheaded from the heat no doubt. Despite knowing better you skip the ice bath to wrap your towel around yourself and pat back into the slippery hall of the women’s dressing rooms, quick to tie your damp hair out of your way, rub yourself dry, and put on some fresh clothes. They’re big enough to swallow you up in them, form almost entirely hidden. You pull up your long socks a bit higher, throw on a bomber jacket, and collect the rest of your stuff all in silence.
The dressing room is only half lit up, two lights left on at each far end of the room. You check your phone, pulling your bag’s strap a bit tighter around you. It’s nearing eleven. As you tuck everything back away and walk out of the dressing rooms, face still awfully hot from the bath, a cold shiver makes its way down your spine. You are a scaredy cat— truth be told. Still get scared of the dark, and of loud bangs. Of groups of people you don’t know late at night, and of the idea of someone looking at you. But stood in the shadow of the hall now, that feeling spikes so high you almost choke on it.
When you turn to the men’s room, there’s nothing there. Not even a single noise. The hairs on your neck stay upright though, walking out of the hall into the main room. And your anticipation is proven correct when a figure catches your view from the corner. There’s a man behind the counter. Dark hair and darker eyes, he stands propped with his hip against the bar, and though you don’t take enough time to study his face with care; his side profile clings to you. He doesn’t fully turn when noticing you, only gives you an up and down with narrowed brows, then goes back to his business with the papers. He’s tall. Even leaning over a tad, you can tell he’s much taller than you, and built like a brick house.
His biceps bulge with his motions, showing off the spreads of ink covering every inch of his arm. Arms. Upon further ‘inspection’, though you do your best not to stare, the tattoos crawl from just above the collar of his shirt along both arms— probably continue down the sides of his body too. He doesn’t look up when clearing his voice, tongue swiping out to lick his lower lip. “No one’s ever taught ya’ staring is rude, little girl?”
“I’m not— a little girl,” your first instinct is to say, instantly regretting it when his sharp, green eyes find your face to assess you. Your lip is tucked between your teeth, sucking on it as if that might keep the words in. The man sucks some air through his teeth in disagreement, before straightening out. He’s … big. All of him is, the hand he runs along his jaw, as well as the wide shoulders and chest; all of him is made almost explicitly to tower over you. He doesn’t seem impressed, only tilting his head to stare at you. When the doors of the wellness center open —set off by something outside, a chilly gust of air makes every inch of you feel cold, and your skin go taught.
“Oh, s’that so…” The man rolls his rings on his fingers a few times, before shaking his head. “You sure look like a tiny, frightened bunny to me. Shivering on those little legs.” His deep voice is raspy, bottom lip split down the middle, and his knuckles an awful shade of purplish red. “It’s a little cold out. You going to be alright on your own?” The slightly patronizing tone makes some heat flare up under your skin, sucking your tongue harder to keep from talking back. You shouldn’t.
Instead you adjust the strap of your bag from digging into your shoulder, and give a swift nod. Something that makes his mouth corner pull up in what you know to be poorly hidden amusement. “I’m going home,” you mumble more to yourself than to him, not exactly trying to have any more of his attention on you. The darkness past the reflection of the welcome hall is a solid void. “Goodnight.”
The guy is intimidating as all hell, and gives you the heebie jeebies. So as you make your way past the lockers for your shoes, exchanging the flimsy slippers for your own, you’re much too aware of him in the corner of your eyes. He places the papers down entirely and puts a hand on the bar to hop over it with too much ease, landing with a huf to walk up to you. “Why are you running off so quick?” Up close he’s even more intimidating.
There’s healed scars on his cheeks and ears, and along his arms enough to leave crude marks in the skin, and you press your back against the lockers to stare up at his handsome face. “You don’t want me to help you out? Don’t tell me you’re spooked.” His eyes shine with the same lilt of fun you can hear in his tone, and narrow when you freeze. “You said you could handle it, right? If you want me to treat you like a big girl…”
He reaches out a hand to swipe a few hairs away from your cheeks, the touch tingling through your entire face— and you take a step back with a nervous giggle, still staring at his stupid, attractive face. “I’ll be really nice.”
“N-no thank you. I- I have- have a boyfriend, so…” The slight pull upwards of his mouth corners doesn’t miss you, and only makes you feel more tense. “W-well, it’s really getting,” you pretend to fish your phone out of your pocket, quickly checking the time again, “quite late. So I have to get going.”
You barely set a foot to get from between the two obstacles, before you’re pulled back by your wrist. “Wait, wait, wait… stop running off. You’re making this so much harder than it has to be.” His large palm wrapped tightly around your skin, there’s a sudden cry that threatens to pass your lips. You don’t want to be here all alone at night. You don’t want to be here at all. “It’s warmer here, y’know. Don’t run just yet, just… hang around. I want to keep looking at you. Do you have any idea how fucking cute you look right now?”
“N-no, I— I’m leaving, and… you should let go.” A hitched breath makes your voice a little squeaky, panic welling up. Your heart rushing a hundred miles a second at the closeness of his face to yours, and his sandalwood smell washing over your already hazy senses. “Please?” you breathe out tightly, trying to slip your hand back out of his as softly as you can manage.
“Aw, pet.” His expression falters a little for a split second when a tear rolls down your cheek. But when he brushes it away and you don’t flinch at his touch, the worry is gone again. “Don’t get so upset, baby.” He stares at you with thinly veiled amusement this time, giving you a quick once-over before leaning in a little more. “We barely even got to play.”
“I already told you I have a boyfriend,” you mumble back just as quick, eyebrows slanting in a sad upwards motion. You can’t help it. You manage to worm your hand out of his grip for just long enough to duck under his arm and stumble away a few steps, pulling your own limbs close to your body. There’s a few seconds of silence where the dark haired man watches you, before he crosses his arms over his chest. You can see him in the reflection of the glass door, smiling as you walk. A fact that doesn’t leave you with a whole lot of confidence to slip into the cold night air.
But before you’re fully out the door, his raspy voice sounds out again behind you. “You should know I always finish games when people start them, little one. You wanted to play so bad, so…” The sentence is enough to slow your feet to a halt, looking over at your shoulder with a questioning brow, lips dropping open to watch him. The quietness of the building doesn’t just feel tense anymore. It’s a crushing, stinging kind of fear that makes your every fiber feel statically charged.
Whatever thoughts you had before this are deafened under the weight of the room, his small smirk widening when you fist your hands into your shirt for some support. Warning signs ringing so loud you can barely hear yourself. “You run, I’ll give you ten seconds,” he nods at your shape, pink tongue coming to peek out of the corner of his mouth. “I really, really like chasing.”
His teeth are sharp and gleaming when he smiles wide and wolf-ish, and you set off out the door before you can even think it through. Even if he isn’t serious, you want as much space between you and him as you can possibly get. You take off running down the street despite your better judgment, kicking up gravel and grass, cold air instantly filling your lungs too quickly. The pavement is unsteady as you dart down the street as fast as you can, letting your legs carry you around the corner. Your eyes unfocussed under orange street lights. There’s cars everywhere, but none of them are yours, and you can only swear at yourself for choosing this day to go by foot.
Feet that hurt down to the soles from each impact on your flimsy, thin-soled shoes. You’re running, running, running until your stomach flips and your muscles burn with uncomfortable effort. The cold air bites at your cheeks and nose as you do, unwilling to let any of the space you’ve taken go to waste by slowing down. But your steps feel so loud, like they’re echoing down the entire street. Your blood rushes between your ears loud and hard too, and this much noise is making it hard to focus on any other sound.
Even as you try to listen, your breathing is going in a heaved puff-puff-puff sound that overshadows anything else. You look up ahead as you finally get closer to the end of the street, ignoring the burning in your muscles and lungs to just make it there. You want to. You want to make it there before you slow down. There’s no one in the streets this late, and even if there was— you'd have to find someone to help you. You’re just far enough from the next corner to dare a glance over your shoulder. Your heart shoots right into your throat when you do. The street is empty.
But you can’t help this awful feeling that—
You smack into something hard and fast, knocking you back and onto your butt. A something that tries to grab for you before you make it all the way down, but ultimately fails, leaving you aching and gripping your own butt on the floor. Your breath is heaving as your heart pitters for some relief, the sprint having taken a lot out of you already. And now with the painful ache going through your bottom half from the fall, you can’t help but feel it well up too fast to swallow down. Wobbly tears fall down your lashes as you look up into a handsome face, who looks —to his credit— apologetic at having sent you flying.
Your hands are shaking when taking his reached out one, the pretty brunet giving you a slight smile as he helps you up from the floor. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t notice you in time.”
“N-no,” you shake your head, every part of you still trembling and off-feeling as you try to put on a smile, “it was all my fault. I didn’t see…” You trail your eyes up his hand to see a familiar looking pattern up his hand and the sliver of forearm exposed to you. He brushes a thumb over your knuckles while still holding your hand, and leans in a little.
“You’re looking a bit … off. Are you okay?”
Despite yourself, you’re nodding without thinking it through, letting your free hand wipe off the tears to get yourself presentable again. “‘M fine.”
“Well,” the man glances behind you for a second, before his warm eyes return to you, “how about I walk with you for a while?” His smile is gentle as you stare up at him, sucking your lip into your mouth. He waits until you nod to swing an arm around your shoulders and tuck you close to him, rubbing a hand up your shoulder blade over and over until you can’t help but let yourself lean into his side. “You were heading this way?” Another nod, and another smile from him. “Being chased, are you?”
“Y— I…” Whatever kind of trust you were starting to have in the situation is immediately stripped away from you when he turns to look down at your eyes with barely veiled interest, glittering under the streetlights as you walk. Your steps in time feel creepily rehearsed, and your chest goes tight again as soon as the relief came just a minute ago. “Where are we— going?” you just end up mumbling under your breath, wet lashes sticking to your lower lid.
A comment which seems to amuse him, wrapping your arm a little tighter around you. “Oh, come now, pet. Don’t be so hostile. We’re having fun, aren’t we?” It’s only then that you notice the glint of something in his other hand, metal and catching the light just barely every time it is given a sliver of space between his fingers. Not enough to know what it is, but plenty to assume. Your spine goes rigid, and he tugs around your shoulders to keep you moving along with him. “Keep walking, pretty girl. You know how this goes.” There’s a muffled cry that makes it past your lips, but his glare is enough to have you swallowing it down.
Right when you pass by an alley to your right, a figure catches your eye. Not winded like you are, and with a smile to catch you entirely off guard. The guy from earlier joins on your other side to walk along with you and slaps your ass for good measure, before slipping his hand into your back pocket. It’s subtle, but the extra bit of resistance to keep you from running. To keep him from giving chase. “Cheater,” the darker haired one rumbles into the night air as you three walk, glancing at the other over your head.
“You play fair too much for our good, Iwa-chan. I almost missed her.” He doesn’t remove his arm from around you, but twirls a little strand of your hair around his finger until it is a painful tug, and leans down to place a kiss on your crown. “It’s not fun when she gets away.”
“I would’ve gotten her if you hadn’t stopped me.” Iwa grunts, squeezing the curve of your ass a little more. You’re frozen in total blood-curdling terror between the two of them, unwilling to move a muscle more than they allow you to. So when they lead you into a driveway between houses and open a door into a nondescript room without windows, all you can do is let them. The heavy hand on your shoulder leads you to stumble when one of them pushes down, making your knees buckle and slump onto them with a painful hiss. Then he grabs the top of your hair and pulls your head back to look at him, hanging over you with a smile.
Oikawa runs his knuckles along your cheekbone, making your lashes flutter. “Now’s the time to start crying. Don’t you know what’s going to happen to you?”
“‘Course she does, look at that little face. Bet her heart’s banging like a damn hummingbird.” The other man is somewhere on the other end of the room, though you can’t look away from the man above you as he studies you. He leans down a little to watch as — sure enough, tears are still spilling down your cheeks in thin, wobbly lines— before pressing a kiss to your forehead and then the top of your nose.
“Please, please stop. J-just let me go, I want—”
“Her boyfriend,” Iwa says in mock pity, pitching his voice up a little to give you an awful, girlish tone.
It makes Oikawa bite back a laugh, and your mouth snap closed like you’ve been burned, unable to help it. The lighter brunet squats before you, cheeks flushed with a pretty, pink color that also tints his ears.
“You’re pretty fucking filthy, baby. You know that?” he whispers, hovering his warm lips over your ears and squeezing your cheeks between his free hand. “A pretty, little thing with a fucked up mind. You like this?” Cold shivers run down your skin as you sniffle and whimper, but letting him get so close to put both his upper thighs over yours to lean over you. His hands moving to your shirt to slide his hands under it along your lower back and hiking it up as he goes. Then he gives a quick kiss along your jaw and on your ear. “You like being treated like you’re nothing more than property? A hole for us to fuck?”
You don’t verbally react, but a shuddered breath comes out of you despite yourself when his hands leave your back exposed, then making you lift your arms to slip the shirt off of you. He stares for a second, before biting his lip hard. A soft noise coming from him. You cover your naked upper torso with your arms, but they’re yanked away just as fast when Iwa returns to join you two in a squat and grabs both wrists in one of his hands behind you. He leans down to start laying a path of kisses along your sensitive neck while Oikawa brushes his thumbs over your peaked nipples.
“Isn’t she pretty?” he then whispers much softer, glancing at the man making blotted marks on your neck with his tongue, and lets out a rumbled agreement.
“Prettiest little slut I’ve ever seen.” He pulls the skin between his teeth to bite and make you struggle against them again, which makes him grab your head and push you onto the floor with your face, feeling the cold wood. “Struggle all you want…” He cuts himself off to take in a sharp breath, rubbing his tongue on his gums to hold your arms in place as you wiggle and back against them. The sting in your wrists is easier to ignore than the ache in your ass or your knees. But you can’t go anywhere, and his strong hand is quickly exchanged for a coarser rope that burns on your soft skin. He ties it tight, then grabs you by the thighs to haul you over his shoulder.
“No, no— pl-please, please. I’m begging you,” you squeak out more desperately than before, arms useless behind your back and your entire face wet from the tears, “please! Please don’t! I d- Let me go! Let me gooo~.” He has no problem keeping you squirming on his shoulder as he walks you into another room, a flat palm landing on the swell of your ass so hard it knocks the air out of you.
“Shut up, brat. Take it how we give it to you.”
“No. Please let—” Another hit to the already sore cleft of your ass cheek really has you biting through the sting that heats every part of you, one he only barely soothes by rubbing a few circles over the irritated skin.
“Give her here, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa coos from somewhere in the room. You’re unable to keep up as you’re lifted off the noiret and into the other man’s arms, put onto the bed. With your arms tied behind you all you can really do is lay as the brunet grabs your face to force it into a squished pout and kisses you. Tongue pushed into your mouth and his hum to creep into your head, his hand moves to toy with your nipples, flicking the sensitive bud and the metal rod through them. It has your body curling despite yourself, mewling into the kiss.
The warmth of his mouth leaves yours only to attach himself to your tits instead, and though you try to wiggle away from his touch, the effort’s leaving you terribly exhausted. His tongue flicks over the peaked buds a few times to set your skin on end, before sucking it inside his hot mouth and rolling it between his teeth just hard enough for the pain to make your cunt go wetter. It’s so unfair. “No- n-no, you can’t— stop,” you try to tell him, voice growing softer each word, before you curl your body into his touch. Into his hands where he’s squeezing and groping at you.
Your cheeks are hot to the touch, and your head a little too cloudy to think straight. It leaves you awfully plyable, a weakness that doesn’t go unnoticed. “Turn her this way, I wanna see her pretty cunt,” Iwaizumi cuts the noises of Oikawa marking up your entire chest and neck, only giving a short hum as he disconnects and manhandles you around. Iwa grabs your both thighs to make quick work of pulling your shorts up your legs, then spreading them apart to make room for himself between them. Your hot pussy covered only by drenched, flimsy cotton is stared at for enough time to have you going even hotter in the face.
“Stop— looking at me like that.” Your mouth goes dry under their mean gazes, under all the petting of your skin. It leaves you breathless, going a bit light in the head. You can’t even help it. The sheer anxiety playing under your skin is enough to have you slipping slowly but surely into that familiarly blurry headspace.
“You really like this sort of thing this much? You’re drenching through your fucking panties.” He lets out a little groan, then cups your mound in his palm to make you feel his long fingers through the fabric, rubbing at your lips. “We caught ourselves a little, fucking whore.”
“I want to have a taste, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa hums against your tits, pushing them together to take as much into his mouth as possible, as you dig your nails into his back. And though it’s enough to make him hiss, you don’t have it in you to push him away. Really, you don’t have much energy left to do anything but lay there and take it as Iwa plays with your pussy through the wet fabric, flicking your sensitive clit. It makes your legs spasm in his tight grip, unable to break free.
“Wait your turn,” the other responds though, before pulling the fabric aside to reveal your slick pussy. It’s embarrassing how much wetness you can feel between your legs, a glistening cunny for two men to use and abuse. Your walls twitch though, clenching around nothing when he circles your entrance with his fingers, leaning down to lift your thighs onto his shoulders and place his mouth onto your clit. The heat of his mouth and the slight stubble against your lips already have you bucking against him before you can think it through, but it’s his tongue rubbing on your oversensitive clit that has more slick gushing from your hole.
Oikawa’s ruthless abuse of your tits finally takes a pause for him to go to kiss you again, mouth clashing to yours to taste more of you, swallow up more of your innocence. He greedily licks into your mouth when you open up a little, moaning at it like you’re granting him something holy. “You’re not being loud enough, pet.” He meanly squeezes your nipple between his fingers to make you squeak out, trying to squirm away from the touch to no avail. He doesn’t falter, and mumbles on against your lips. “If I need to make you scream, I will.”
“No,” you stutter back, wildly shaking your head, “no, I— ah, fuck, f-fuck, I’ll be loud- if that’s what you want.”
Your little whine when he doesn't let up makes him smile, and slot a hand between his own legs to toy at his hard cock. “Good. That’s our pretty, little slut. You’re going to do so well.” He undoes his zipper and pushes his pants down thick thighs enough to free himself from the confinement, hissing a few swears under his breath as he wraps his hand around himself. You’re rubbing your cunt all over Iwa’s tongue, letting him swipe up all the wetness with enough noise to make you die of embarrassment. As if it wasn’t enough to be humiliated, tied up over someone’s shoulder.
After a few strokes of his thick, flushed cock, Oikawa goes back to playing with your tits, slapping at the soft skin until it feels tender and sore. He grins until it shows on his cheeks, and coos at your tear-ridden face. “Hope you like a bit of pain, though. Iwa-chan likes to play rough.” His cock twitches and bobs up against his stomach when he lets go to run fingers along the back of your head, positioning you so you’re forced to look at the ceiling. Then he tutts his lips. “And so do I, for that matter.”
The other man groans loud as he fucks his tongue into your hole, before locking his lips around your needy clit and sucking so hard your toes curl, locking yourself around his head as he grunts. He grips your thigh so tight you’re sure it’ll bruise by tomorrow, and makes your hips roll onto his greedy mouth until he’s satisfied. Until your clit is throbbing from the attention— every touch feels too much. You unclamp your legs from around his shoulders to get some relief, or any space at all, but you’re barely given a second of rest when Oikawa forces his fingers between your lips. “Open up, pretty thing. Wanna have something in your mouth too, hm?”
Though you open your mouth to disagree, your words are garbled around his digits that push far back into your mouth. Enough to shut you up, holding your breath against your gag reflex. Iwaizumi licks at your pussy until your body relaxes just a little, but your shoulders still ache from the uncomfortably tied position. “I can fuck her cunt first?”
“Go ahead,” the brunet nods in response, prying your mouth open with a perverse sense of intrigue as he keeps your tongue squirming around his fingers. Your sounds are muffled, but the cries and pathetic whimpering is still loud enough to fill the room. “Now say ‘ahhh’.” You don’t, can’t while his two fingers are pushing back so far into the entrance of your throat; but his eyes still narrow. “Iwa, can you…” You blink back tears that run down your temples, try to swallow the spit down around his fingers— and then your legs are folded up onto your chest to receive a few consecutive hits on your bare pussy and ass.
The numbing pain has you opening your mouth automatically, though no words can come out. The heat of the spanking spreads through every trembling limb, feels painfully good. It’s sickening, honestly. You’re not sure if you’re crying from pain or pleasure anymore at this point, sniffling and moaning all blurring together. Your mind feels painfully blank, every bit focused on the two men claiming your body— taking it from you even though you shouldn’t allow it.
There’s nothing else you do when Oikawa positions himself over you, tilting your head back more for access— rubbing his thumb over your wet, little tongue. Or while Iwa takes off his clothes with a lazy hum, pawing at your sloppy pussy every so often to swipe your slick back up to the hood of your pussy. As Oikawa pats his cock on your tongue, it squirms around the head to lick his heady taste, letting him push in a few inches at a time. He’s big, and you open up further not to bite him. The brunet looks down at you a little wide eyes while you do, letting out a sharp breath through his nose.
“That’s a good girl, there you go. Use that little throat to swallow around me. So- good.” You take a breath as he pushes past your tongue into your throat, spit dropping past your lips until he’s mostly in and rests his hand on your head. “Fuck, baby. Our little cockslut. You take it so well— al-always so tight.” He only pulls back a tiny bit before thrusting back into the hot, wet clutch of your throat. Meanwhile your legs are dangling, still halfway to your chest, and Iwa makes quick work of angling your lower body so that he can spit onto your pussy. There’s no need, only running down an already slicked up mess to your ass.
“Gon’ ruin this little pussy.” He grunts softly as he slides in, thick head kissing your entrance with lewd smacks before spreading open to let his cock in. It’s an awfully tight fit, making your chest feel even tighter— and you squeeze your eyes shut against the sting of the stretch. His cock feels so hot and heavy inside, even as he gives you only a few inches at a time. But you can’t really think of that, because Oikawa picks up the pace to fuck his cock into your mouth, making your throat give way to an uncomfortable stretch, and his round, heavy balls in your face. You can only cry as your tongue wraps around the underside of his cock, feeling the veins on it.
And you do, swallowing around him, and doing your very best not to gag. Iwa, meanwhile, has one hand on your belly, the other a steel grip on your hip to force his cock deep inside you. He grunts when your walls clench around him hard, clinging to the cock invading like a tight grip. Tight enough to make him let out a string of swears, pulling out just far enough to get to thrust back into you and make your body shake. Your legs hang either side of his big body, hips meeting his thighs with a loud, rhythmic pap each time he forces himself to bottom out inside you. Taking too much from both openings, it’s no wonder that only a little bit in you start mewling around the brunet’s cock.
It’s too much. The rude intrusion of your throat feels mind-numbing but so good, sending every bit of pleasure of being mistreated this way to your pussy. And Iwa fucks you like he’s trying to fuck through you, flushed head of his cock bumping against your cervix over and over again. “She’s gonna—” Iwa chokes out through gritted teeth, moving his hand to rub sloppy circles over the top of your cunny. “That’s it, doll. Cum on my cock, cum, cum.” And even the messy pressure is enough to make your clit tingle from how close you are. He rubs your clit as your face is fucked like a personal toy, and everyone groans and whines at how your body clenches up.
Your toes curl and legs spasm before you can prepare yourself, as you sadly try to choke out the second Oikawa gives you a tiny second to breathe. “Cumming, cumm—hngg~ mh—ah, fuck!” You ignore the black dots crossing your vision to take a few sharp breaths in between your moans, letting your thighs clamp around Iwa’s waist like you’re trying to keep him inside. “Agh-holy—pfh-ack.” Your cunt clenches so hard your entire lower half shakes, gushing cum and slick from around the thick cock plugging you up. He doesn’t stop fucking into you either, until you’re a shaky, flimsy shell of a human and stick your tongue back out with a whimper.
Oikawa gladly takes the opportunity to lean down and give you a sloppy kiss, then sits back up to lay his cock back onto your tongue. “Even now you still taste good, baby. That feels good, hm? Cumming around two cocks feels good?”
“Mhm-uhmp,” you’re nodding, letting him push back it to suction your mouth around the head of him as Iwa fucks your clenching pussy again and again. His balls slap against your ass as he picks up the pace even more, rutting himself into your soft, slick walls for his own pleasure now. He still hits your spot just right though, building you up faster than you can handle. And though your legs are locked around his glutes, he’s strong enough to still fuck you anyway, impossible to stop him. Oikawa smiles when leaning down to pet the bulge of your throat, throws his head back with a long groan.
“Oh, fuck. I can feel my cock slide into your little throat, pet.” Something he does greedily, grabbing hold on your face to really give him the leverage to slide in and out of your throat with long, deep thrusts. It leaves you a dumb, useless mess just trying your best to breathe and swallow down every whine that falls from you anyway. “You gonna take our cum? Let me breed that little mouth like you deserve, hm? Gonna take this hot cum all down your throat?”
“Yeah,” Iwa groans tightly, “gonna cum too.” He grabs onto your tits to squeeze the skin and flick at the oversensitive nubs until you physically can’t take anymore, but have no way to stop them. You can only whine out a mangled string of their names around the cock in your mouth, clenching as Iwa bumps against your cervix. “Gonna let me pump you full? Let daddy fuck you full? Know you will, baby. So good for us.”
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You can't recall the rest of the night, but judging by your soreness and the amount of cum slipping out of your cunt every time you move, you don’t really need to. Your wrists are sore and tender, but at least you can now wrap them around your Hajime as he asks Oikawa to go get something to clean you up— letting you get pulled up against his warm body with a slight whimper. You can just barely keep your eyes open to listen to his heartbeat.
“There you go, that’s a good girl.” His face shifts into an unfairly soft expression for a split second, all worry slipping off his features in a way you’re not used to— before he bites his bottom lip. “You’re still a little out of it, huh?” A large but soft palm caresses the back of your head gently, threading though the hair at the base of your skull.
“Mhm- ‘t went good, right, daddy?” Your mouth hurts. Your throat hurts even more, already getting raspy. Iwa sighs, then lets a little frown come back to his features. Unable to help it, you presume. He nods though, and allows you to nuzzle against his glowing skin.
“Yeah, it went really well. You’re okay. You did so well, doll.”
You’re pulled up against his chest a little more and rest your lips against his midriff, letting the rhythm of his breathing wash over you. A welcome feeling of safety that hits you like a truck— and you curl your hands over your face for a second before the bathroom door squeaks and Tooru returns to the bed with the promised wash rag. Beady, hot tears come down your face a little longer, streaking on Hajime’s stomach as he continues to pet your head. And then the bed dips, wobbling you to your other boyfriend’s side.
“Here, pet. Let me clean you up a little.” His voice still has the confident, self-assured lilt it had earlier, but his eyes are softer. Blurry edges and long lashes feeling much more familiar now he’s not scowling at you anymore. Your chest caves in a little more when his finger nudges your chin up, letting him run the washcloth along your cheeks and hairline. “That was a lot, huh. We make some fine actors, Iwa-chan.” His little smile is still aimed at you though. “But you took it all so well.”
“You got carried away, Shittykawa,” Hajime’s voice rumbles his chest as he says it, running his hand now down your spine to rest at the small of your back and brush encouraging circles there. Soft, good, kind. The hazy feeling between your ears is not yet fading, but you take comfort in the fact that everything feels less loud now. Even with the static seeming to still blur out every thought, you make a disagreeing noise when Tooru pinches your nose with the wet cloth to clean up your snotty face. Then he puts it away, and leans down to press a few kisses between your brows.
“Can’t help it when she gets so cute like she does. All fucking soft, mewling like that.” He sits down on your other side, tucks his legs into the crook of your knees and rests his head on the other man’s shoulder. “Such a little sub, look at ‘er.”
Hajime hums, wrapping his arm around the both of you to pull you a little closer, then takes a long, deep breath. “She’ll probably be out of things for another half an hour.”
“You’re on night routine duty,” Tooru instantly whispers, slotting one of his arms along your body again to run his fingers down the valley of your breasts. After a few breaths he goes to cupping one instead, lazily brushing the still-sensitive skin. Something that Hajime has to suck his teeth at, telling him to knock it off.
“Don’t wind her up again.”
“I’m just—” he nuzzles into your crown to avoid your shared boyfriend’s eyes, and obnoxiously makes a few kissing noises, “appreciating this pretty body.” You can’t help fight back the urge to mimic the kissing noises back, instead kissing at Hajime’s skin with your eyes drooping closed more by the second. Everything feels less important as they continue to mute out the bad thoughts, and Tooru chuckles when you yawn long and wide. “So fucking cute.”
“Don’t let her fall asleep yet, she’s gotta brush her teeth.”
“You have to brush her teeth, you mean.” The brunet doesn’t flinch when Hajime glares at his smug grin, only rolls his eyes, before laying a soft kiss on his lips too. Then he softly shakes you a little to put his free hand under your butt and lifts you up higher on his body so you’re face to face.
“Shut the hell up. You don’t tell me what to do.” He doesn’t bother looking at Tooru when he laughs at the statement, before kissing your pouty lips too. A few times, until you start returning them, brushing your thigh with his fingers. “Hey, c’mon, doll. Sit up for me.”
“Daddy,” you whisper against his mouth, and pout when he pulls away a bit to look at you.
“I know you’re tired. But I’m on little baby duty so let’s go take off your make-up. I know you can. S’important.” He also doesn’t react when Tooru cackles louder at the awfully mushy way he always saves for moments like these, just motions you to wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts you from the bed. “There’s my princess.” You might be out of it, but the emphasis on the ‘my’ is clear enough to make you smile, watching Tooru’s face go from a cheerful glee to distressed just as quickly.
a/n. here she is the mermay fic that is finally done. yes it's a monster of a fic but i promise it's worth it,, i sWear i swear ♡ enjoy merman/shark iwa rearrange your guts
iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader
The glimmer of the sunlight casting down on the wide open ocean is enough to make you a bit dizzy, holding up a hand over your eyes in hopes of shutting out some of the brightness. It’s undeniably beautiful, and the soft rolling of the waves brings a chilly breeze over the otherwise sweltering deck of the boat. Droplets of sweat roll down your neck, making your sunscreen covered back a little more sticky than it needs to be— but that’s a minor inconvenience to pay for a day out on the water.
Is what you tell yourself, and others when they ask. Beside you, Tobio is gearing up, yanking up his wetsuit with a little bit too much intensity and focus when it sticks on his calf or wrinkles around his thigh.
The sight makes you snort despite yourself. It’s the kind of expression on his face he has when he’s overly excited, though the narrowed frown your way would probably scare some people away. “Here, let me help,” you jump in before he rips the seal-like, dense fabric. Again.
“Yeah,” the noiret grunts. You wrap your arm around his lower stomach for stability and reach your free hand down the leg of it, feeling Tobio tense up beneath your touch. An otherwise innocent touch— but still your own face goes a few degrees hotter. He’s staring down at you as you force your hand along the length of his thigh until you get to the problem area, wiggling the sticky fabric away from his skin with a bit of work. Your hair sticks to the sides of your face when the wind picks up, but you pray you don’t look too horrible when you meet his eyes.
“I’m gonna pull it,” you say, and Tobio’s eyes flick away from your face back to his own body, then nods. “‘Kay, here— goes.” With one hard pull at the fabric it slots up the few inches and pulls nice and snug to those phenomenal thighs of his. You slide your hand back out along the side and let out a little puff of air, then take a step back to wipe your hand over your forehead. You’re most definitely flushed, nose and ears an obvious shade of embarrassment. But you are… painfully obvious, after all. “Good?”
“Yeah, thank you,” Kageyama doesn’t quite turn to face you when he says it, instead choosing to jam his arms into the sleeves with just as much enthusiasm as before, but it sounds genuine.
“Ahem,” the lithe, annoyingly familiar voice to your side chants, “if ya don’t mind, lover boy. The rest of’us are ready when you are.” Atsumu’s got his arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow obnoxiously raised your way as you meet his look head on. There’s a short twitch of an amused smile that comes to his lips, before he sighs. “Yer’ gonna be okay up here, ain’t ya? ‘S not exactly the most fun of jobs, even if ‘a trust ya with ma life.” You nod, taking the softer look in his eyes of one of concern. Hidden under a lot of posturing and a lot of talk, but concern nevertheless. “Don’t get a heatstroke out ‘ere. We’ll be in for a little while, so drink some damn water.”
“I will, I will,” you roll your eyes, but the smile that comes to your lips is a genuine one, “thank you, ‘ma.”
He pointedly ignores your quip to help Osamu put on his oxygen, checking every tube and valve meticulously before they go. Bokkun, as always, is the first in the water, and you take a quick second to wave him out before undoing the rope around the railing and tossing the floaty down into the water for the big swimmer to grab. He says something that you miss when Osamu jumps the last bit of the ladder down, but the smile beaming on his cheeks is enough to settle you. “Have fun, guys!” you yell behind them, watching both Atsumu and Tsukki descend the ladder and get into the water.
Last up is Tobio, whose goggles and mouthpiece still dangle around his neck as he fixes the escaping bit of hair into his suit. “You sure you don’t wanna come with?” he asks, winding his arms around your lower back to pull you a little closer. “I mean, we can wait a little longer if you do. There’s plenty of gear down below, and we’re anchored. You don’t need to stay up here for our sake.” His little frown is pouty, and you’re quick to lean up and cup his cheeks. He has to dip down a little to allow you the comfort of reaching, as you lay a long kiss on his lips.
“I’m sure. You guys go have fun.” Your eyes go to his chest, then aside at the ropes of the ladder. He lingers a little longer, letting out a sigh and laying a kiss to the top of your head. “Bring me back something pretty.” You usher him along after the others, who in the meantime have connected the floaty to the weight a couple dozen feet away. A little far for your liking, but then again— keeping up with Bokuto when he’s on a roll is nigh impossible. The noiret sends you a thumbs up when in the water, and you wave him off with a small smile. It doesn’t take long before he’s reached the floater and resumes the last of the gearing up, then dives.
And then it’s just you. And the impossibly far stretch of the ocean as the bright midday sun gleams on its surface and glistens like a night sky full of stars. The warm waves and the salt bobbing peacefully against the ship belly, with the occasional hiccup or gurgle. You really do love it out here. The little alcove formed by the stacks of rocks is hidden in its shadow, running wind between the giant rocks where they stick out of the ocean strong and sturdy. In a hundred more years, these giants might have eroded away by wind and rain and the biting of its ocean footing.
But for now it is still your favorite diving spot, with the summer weather and the usually gentle pull of the ocean. Down below the surface, there’s a few underwater grottos, and a gorgeous stretch of land that used to be covered head to toe in coral reefs. Not so much anymore, sadly. Your last few years diving you’ve been more focused on the fauna— by necessity. The gentle bob of the waves against the hull of the ship calls to you, spattering into a million warm droplets.
It’s unfortunate. Your stomach still twists and turns at the idea of following them down, and you know that if you think about it too long, you’ll start to panic. And when you panic, your breathing goes short and hiccup-y and you get this awful urge to fight against your years-long collected knowledge; and that leaves you a useless addition to the team. Even just a few meters under had set you off last time. Left you sputtering and crying as you surfaced too quickly and your ears popped so hard you had to sit down for a while afterwards. It’s not fair, you think as you lay yourself down on the deck, legs still dangling off the side of the boat for the drops of cooler water.
How a single dive can ruin years of experience. But unfortunate and frustrating as it might be— you remember the darkness of the ocean. Night diving is always a bit of a gamble, that time hadn’t been a special occasion.
You remember being swept by an undercurrent, away from the guys, away from the lights. Remember your throat closing up when the water went a few degrees colder, the weight of the oxygen flasks on your back pulling you down despite your flippers working harder than normal. All scary, deafening— but then the yank. You’d never felt anything like that. Yanked a few meters deeper by a mean natured thing, the cold of it on your calf until you screamed around your mouthpiece and kicked toward your own leg.
The memory still gives you that tight feeling deep in your chest, that the ocean was victimizing you personally. You’d barely been able to force yourself to ascend slowly from the depths when you’d finally made it back towards the lights, shaking so badly Atsumu had to help you out of your gear after. Realistically, people die every day. Divers die being stupid, or reckless, or overconfident. The ocean doesn’t have a moral compass, after all. You don’t really want to become a number in a statistic.
But still, you long to join your friends again, to enjoy the perfect diving conditions to scuba around the familiar scenery yet again. You could spend hours for every day of the rest of your life and still never have enough.
You stretch out your arms above your head and let the sun warm up every fiber of you, glowing in the heat and the smell of salt winds that sticks in your nose and makes your hair a rough, coarse mess. It can only have been an octopus, you decided this only a few days after the incident, and you still believe it now. There’s a lot of them around the sandy ocean floor, hiding under rocks and nesting in the grottos from time to time, and while they are very strong, they’re not ill natured. It was an accident, you know this. So really, there’s nothing holding you from going back in. At least to splash around a little until the others return.
The time ticks by fast when you’re focused on the wind and the heat of the sun, lulled by the gentle tilt of the boat back and forth. Your feet a bit colder, toes stretching out towards nothing.
You sit up, pop the top off of your flask and down a few good gulps of water, then peer down into the water a couple feet away from you. The water closest to the stacked stone is only a good 10 meters deep, slowly dropping off the further you get away. Not even enough to truly hurt yourself if you do panic, though you’d rather avoid another incident. It rolls and bubbles under your feet, a clear, iridescent color that foams white. And you let out another wistful sigh, until your breathing hitches.
There’s a dark form that flicks through the water and under your boat, too fast to identify— all you see is that it’s big. Longer than the types of dolphins that come here. The ocean floor remains mostly undisturbed, but you suddenly jerk forward as the boat gets bumped from the other side. Your hand wraps around the railing while you stare, watching that same animal dart through under the water edge, tail whipping up a serious splash as the boat jerks again. You almost slip off the deck with the force of it. You’ve never seen any dolphin bump a boat this way either, you think in a fit of anxiety, sweaty palm wrapping tighter around the cool metal.
Your mind races with thoughts as you try to make note of what you saw, looking over at the floaty. It’s not nearly far enough not to come in contact with it if it’s aggressive, though the rapidness of the movements stay around the belly of your boat. The tail is the only thing you can really see because of the reflections on the water, but the pointy angles and fins don’t remind you of anything other than— You take a sharp breath. You do get sharks here from time to time, but Grey Reefs are small and gentle. In all your years diving you’ve never seen one this big— or aggressive.
And none of the guys are wearing chain protection suits in the first place, because there were no sharks reported in the area. You try to focus your eyes on catching where the shape should be moving down below, but the ocean floor is suddenly awfully vacant. And the wind picks up too, turning the boat further from the anchor point. Before you get the chance to climb down the ladder and switch on the red LEDs of the floaty, another bump jerks you off balance and you clamp your hand down around the rope ladder so hard it burns your fingers. You keep going down though, barefoot and in only your bathing suit as you get closer to the end of the ladder.
But the rope of the floaty isn’t there. Now, Bokuto is a carefree diver at the best of times, but you’ve never seen him forget to tie the rope in such a way that it stays connected to your boat. You panic. Despite all your experience, you get an awful case of cold sweat as your feet stand on the last step on the ladder and get kissed by the water, as you try to spot the floaty from your position. And sure enough, only a few feet out from the boat, the end of the rope bobs on the water surface as if taunting you. The ‘surfacing’ button is only a little further down the rope.
Your chest tightens as you look down below, at the aquamarine color and the soft weave of the waves around your toes. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. You’ve swam with sharks before. This isn’t just about your fear anymore now. Someone could get hurt if you don’t make sure they keep their eyes peeled. You take a deep breath and disconnect one hand from the ladder so you can aim your body towards the end of the rope, before sucking up all your courage to make a nice dive into the water.
Your body enters elegantly, barely splashing. The ocean feels a lot colder than you know it to be after sunbathing, gurgling around your ears as you force a few long paddles forward, then peek your head up. Your aim was a little off, but with a bit more reaching you can will yourself to focus only on the rope. It bobs temptingly just out of reach on each new wave. The water sucks a few degrees of your heat straight off of you, and your muscles are a bit sore, but your smooth technique is well worth it.
You manage to grab on, holding tight around the gritty texture as you paddle back towards the boat with your free arm. A tug stops you. Soft at first, you only notice your leeway is gone when the rope pulls down hard and fast towards the ocean floor and the burn of the rope leaving your palm is enough to have you flinching back. Instead of managing it back with the rope, you’re scared into swimming the other way when the dark shape appears back around the belly of your boat— you drag yourself instead to one of the low outcrops that surface just above the water edge. You’re shaking, your breath heaving wildly as you push yourself out of the water and onto the painfully sharp rocks on your knees.
You hack up some water you must’ve downed from the scare, before sitting down in the little sliver of sun to cast a cursory glance at your palm. There’s a few definite scratches deep enough to pull blood from the plasticized end of the rope, that now sting viciously from the salty water. More pressing is the subject of your panic though, as it lingers half hidden under your boat, only the bottom fin visible from your position. Though it certainly isn’t an ideal situation, you’re at least glad it’s staying by the boat. Visible to you means out of the way for the guys, and your heart rate— though still elevated, calms a little.
That panicked urge came up again, a thought that annoys you a bit too much as you spit onto the wound to at least wash some of the salt out of it. Your water bottle is still on deck, so you’ll have to wait until your new ‘friend’ loses interest. But the animal doesn’t budge even a little, staying right in place and course correcting with an easy whip of the strong tail. You have to admit— begrudging as you are— that there’s something slightly amusing about watching an animal twice your size just … sit under your boat like it’s taking a break in its shade.
“Thanks, jerkface,” you mumble towards the unmoving animal, though your mouth pulls up with a soft smile. The boat makes another noise when the creature bumps against it like the wave that splashes into tiny droplets again.
You can’t help but chuckle when you see some bubbles roll up along the hull and surface with a soft ‘pop’, pushing yourself up from your seated position. You should take a walk while you wait, let the movement keep you warm. The bit of stone you dragged yourself onto isn’t exactly big, but it curves into one of the bigger stacks where the gritty terrain creates a little cave. A soft splashing calls your attention back on the boat. And the absence of the previously tired shadow below it.
Salt water washes up over your feet as you sweep the area around your plateau for its shape, finding the ocean floor equally undisturbed. However normal all if this should feel on any other day, your skin stands on end, like an uncomfortable itch to run. As the wind drops, so does the twisting of your boat with the current. You drop your eyes to the far edge of your outcrop to study each rock as you think, only to go rigid. Your entire spine locks, toes digging into the stone. The top half of a face is surfaced above the water edge, as the man hides himself right up against your rock.
You stare, wide eyed and waiting— for recognition, maybe; or any explanation whatsoever. The guy doesn’t look familiar though. He doesn’t speak, but lingers just enough out of the water to keep his eyes on you, unblinking. It’s such a weird behavior that you’re not even sure what the hell to say, settling on a pitched “Wh— Sorry? I -what are you doing?!”
The man doesn’t respond, or move, and you can feel your anger rising above your concern. “This isn’t funny. You scared the shit out of me.” And then after a few seconds of pause, you point your thumb vaguely towards your friends. “We have a permit.” His eyes are sharp and angular and stunningly shiny, a pretty sort of watery green. You think you’d be able to appreciate it more if he wasn’t so damn creepy.
“... Dude, we’re allowed to dive here. Please just—” you swallow, thinking better of picking a fight. The guy is still between you and your getaway after all. “I can move the boat if you’re bothered.” Still no response. He barely seems to understand you’re even talking to him at all, and you take a few steps closer to get a good look.
It doesn’t… help. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the man— well… What seemed to be a man at first glance, doesn’t look anywhere near as normal as you really take it in. More accurate would be to call it a something. The creature bops unmoving in the water, not taking a breath, not blinking either. His hair colors a dark grey at the spiky ends, coarse with the salt water, and the skin around his jaw and cheeks is distinctly more grey too. It doesn’t move when you shuffle back a few steps, though it does seem to follow you with its eyes. Then sinks a few inches into the water to wet himself again, and back above the water.
You’re… floored. You didn’t notice any signs of dehydration, or of hitting your head— but then what the fuck are you looking at. It doesn’t make any sense at all, and you cast your eyes back at the spot where your friends dove a while ago, before turning back. The creature only takes his eyes off you a split second to follow your gaze, then goes back to staring. A deep sense of childlike curiosity washes over you the longer you stare. You’re unable to help it. You crouch down like you’d approach a stray cat, and shuffle a bit closer. Far enough to feel safe, but just close enough to take in every miniscule change on its face. “Hi.” There’s a dumb, long pause; before you point at yourself and say your name.
A few times for good measure. “I’m… I’m a friend.” As soon as you say that, though the creature doesn’t show so much as an ounce of understanding, he darts forward a few feet along the rock’s edge and closes half the distance between you in a blink. It scares you enough to fall back onto your ass with a yelp, hissing at the sting of the sharp rocks digging into your skin. The creature’s eyes are wide as he dips under the water edge basically instantly, his hiss ringing through your ears as you remain frozen for a few breaths. He moves so fucking fast. It’s a little terrifying really. The sound of bubbles is all that remains, before you allow yourself to peak a little closer to the edge again. His head is sunk about a foot under the water, but slowly comes up again when you stay in place to watch him surface.
Awfully close, only a good two feet away from your face. Too close for your liking. You give a little smile, then slowly sit back onto your heels. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” Even if he would, you somehow doubt he’d tell you this honestly, watching how a large wave washes over him and he carries on without blinking. The chill of the stone below you makes you shiver, teeth clacking. Only when you blow out a tense breath, unsure of how to proceed, the creature forces himself up a little higher out of the water with a leverage you don’t really understand.
It’s only now you really see the stark differences. Though anyone would be forgiven mistaking him from a distance, as close as you are, you can see the dark grey and lighter bellied pattern start to appear along his shoulders. Under the full head of hair, you can now see that where your ears sit, his are obviously absent, and the sides of his throat have gashes that open and close a few times, twitching against the cold wind. “Wow,” you can’t help letting your mouth drop open at this alien-like sight, looking both very human and distinctly separate.
Whatever curiosity that had sparked the creature to come up to watch you in the first place seems to get the better of him, leaning into the rock edge and pulling one clawed hand out of the water to rest it on the gritty surface. His fingers are a greyish blue, and have black, predatory nails only on the three first fingers; silvery membrane stuck between each digit. A hand that’s ever so slowly slid your way until his index finger bumps up against your knee and you’re too anxious to move a muscle. He taps the fatty pad of his finger along your knee with the tiniest movements known to man, as if testing you out, then slowly rests his hand over your knee.
You’re not sure why, but the touch is surprisingly comforting— maybe as a stark difference between the rush of adrenaline you had just minutes earlier. He, in turn, seems absolutely fascinated by your skin, poking and feeling and letting his cold fingers roam around the area. It gives you goosebumps. He looks up at you every few seconds as if to check for your reaction, before pulling back entirely and dipping back under the water surface. “Hey, wait!” you crawl forward to watch as he lingers at the rock edge, before floating back up. This time letting his entire body float up, and splashing his giant tail for good measure.
“What’s up?” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth. He floats easily, clearly very muscular torso flowing down into an equally ripped tail. It’s huge, with the same shark-like coloring going down all the way to the white tip of his fin. When you don’t move, he seems to raise an eyebrow your way, a reaction so strangely human you can’t help but huff out a laugh. He moves his tail again, throwing some water over your thighs in the process— as if encouraging you to touch in return.
“O-oh,” you struggle to come up with anything to say, “I’ll be gentle. Don’t… freak out.” However strange, the exploration seems entirely led by the creature instead of you. Your fingers brush over the colder, wet surface of his tail with just as much consideration as he had for you. It’s nowhere near as squishy as it looks, consisting of stacked muscle upon cartilage — you can feel as he flexes below your hand. He also has claspers, that you pointedly ignore to study the rest of him, but you’re glad your assessment was correct. Male it is.
You cast a glance back to his face, but he retains the same unbothered look as you slide down to feel his fins at the very end of his tail. “Your tail is very pretty,” you coo, and his fin moves to splash up a few droplets of water onto your skin.
At the very least, the sound of your voice seems to please him. He shakes you off to push his tail back under himself, flicking it a few times, before coming to hang back over the rock. Maybe with the confidence of your previous successful touch, you dare reach out your hand to his arm too, along the slightly coarser skin there. It feels a little like very fine sand, and seems to tickle him as he lets out a purring sound that can only remind you of a cat. “Can I see your gills?”
He tilts his head aside when you motion to his neck, understanding; you slide your fingers along his shoulder to the base of his neck. The narrow slits open and close automatically, and he jerks when you brush a finger over them. They’re much softer than the rest of the body, a wet, spongy sort of feeling that has you pulling back quickly. “Sorry! Sorry.” He blows some air through his nose in response, before wetting himself again under the water edge and coming back up. “You can’t stay out for too long, can you?”
No answer, of course. But you’re satisfied with the way he hasn’t left yet, and shift your legs to sit down more comfortably. Now exposing your feet, the creature only takes a second to snatch out and yank your ankle towards his face with one hand, going a little more light-handed when you yelp. He makes a clicking sound and pauses, which you take as an apology before he continues. His other hand pinches at your toes, moving them around with thinly veiled interest. His gills open and close rapidly for a few times, before he pulls your ankle again.
And again, and again, until you follow along and let the —merman— glide you down into the water, hooking your elbows onto the rock to stay afloat. He dips under your body to really inspect you, pushing and pulling your legs separately. Infinitely intrigued with your legs, he squeezes your shin where the bone sits closest to the skin and knocks it for good measure. Then he surfaces with what you can only describe as the start of a grin, exposing a row of sharp, shimmering teeth. You smile back, though it puts a definite pool of fear back into your stomach when he swims up close and starts picking at the straps of your bathing suit.
“Yes, my legs are pretty nice, huh? I,” you swat his hand away from the loop to shiver at the way he bumps his tail against your legs, “need my bathing suit though. No touching.” His clicking noises ring over the soft roll of the waves. You wish you could understand what he was saying. “You’re talkative all of a sudden.” Your laugh isn’t returned, but he seems to perk up at it anyway. The foreign sounds continue as you study the rest of his face, where little freckles sit on his nose bridge, and how large his pupils really are. He seems to notice your staring, because he grows quiet, and his brows go up like a begging puppy. The tip of his fin brushes along your shin, causing you another little shiver. And then, just as fast as you can blink, he sinks back under and disappears off into the water’s depths like it’s the easiest thing.
When you make a move to get out of the water, a harsh grasp around your ankle has you freezing up, ignoring the way sharp nails trail up the side of your body. The merman surfaces with a huff, blowing salt water towards you and you frown. But then he curls up a little closer, and you appreciate the way the rubbing of his skin feels like a warm spark on yours. He leans in to sniff at the side of your face and neck, then sinking down to your collarbones, and rubs his face against you in a stubborn sort of bumping motion.
His rough exploration with his hands soon grows a little too close for comfort to the lower half. “You got something you’re looking for?” you breathe out, turning aside a little to avoid the way his lips brush along your jaw and under your ear, hanging on with a tremor growing from the cold. He doesn’t seem to notice— or at the very least, care, and picks a nail under the leg of your bathing suit with curiosity. “Stop that, that’s mine. Mine,” you try to laugh off the heat starting to make itself obvious on your face, and ignore his narrowing eyes to softly push his hand away from you.
Something the merman doesn’t seem to appreciate much, because his tail wraps around you in a second and he turns you to face the rock side instead, swimming up behind you to trail fingers along the base of your neck. It’s awfully intimate, even when under the veil of innocent exploration. His claws drag along the veins in your neck where your cold body is pressed up against yours. He maneuvers you around to urge your hips back and up, letting out a frustrated rumble when you sink back under. “I don’t know what you want me to do,” you bite back. You watch as he dips back down and twirls around a few times underneath you, lifting your legs up and open to inspect. Before you can even think about your current position, he swims between your legs and pushes his face in between your thighs.
Your face feels like it’s on fire as you splutter and swallow. “F— Hey, h-” You shove your hand onto the top of his head to push him back down, but he doesn’t even budge, your fingers tangling into his coarse mess of hair as he grabs your thigh tight. “Hey!” You’re too embarrassed to look down as he pushes his nose against your pelvic area through your bathing suit— you want to chalk it up to just curiosity, but the sheer proximity is enough to make your stomach flip. For a second you swear you can feel what must be a tongue rub along the fabric, before you’re struggling off of his shoulders with a glow so hot it’s probably coloring your entire face. “O-okay, that’s mine too. So enough. That’s enough.”
The merman surfaces with a funny look on his face, somewhere between confusion and anger at being denied, when you push yourself out of the water and back onto your safe, little rock. He swims in a circle a few times, splashing your legs with a giant scoop of water, before placing his chin on the rock. And you force the frown off your face. “Guess you wouldn’t exactly understand me already being taken.” You reach out to scratch under his jaw until the purring noise comes back. You suppose it only makes sense he can’t speak English, but getting some questions answered would be really nice right about now.
“Hey, can you dive deep?” you mumble as he cracks open one eye to look at you, just to fill some of the silence. “This place has a ton of octopi this time of year, but I haven’t been able to go down to see any. Octopus.” You draw a little shape of an octopus in the air, then mimic it swimming with your hand and point at the water. “Did you see an octopus?” Though you’re sure it’s too hard to express what you’re trying to express in hand gestures, the merman does seem to take an attempt at figuring out what you’re saying.
Then he clicks his tongue, dives under with another hard flick of his tail and disappears from your view along the ocean floor just as quickly. A little bit of hopeful curiosity snuffs out at the sight, wringing your hands together. You suppose it lasted much longer than you could ever have asked for anyway, poking your feet into the water again to swing them back and forth. The sun on your skin is still nice as you take a few seconds to collect yourself, brush some hair out of your face and ignore the heat in your stomach. Right when you slide yourself back into the water to get back onto the boat, the dark shape whizzes along the ocean floor.
He blows out a soft huff when breaking through the surface, and swims up so close you’re chest to chest. Again. His thick tail curls around you to keep you both above the water, before he pulls up a clawed hand to show off the thing in his hand. Which you quickly recognize to be an octopus, poor little arms clinging hard onto his hand and spewing ink. “Oh my god.” He shoves it towards you as you squeak. “No, don’t give it to me! What am I supposed to do with it?” You barely catch the octopus when he tosses it, quickly setting it free. The thing darts off towards the open sea within an instant, and the merman hisses, before looking back at you with a frown.
Then he’s back under, chasing down the poor thing. When he surfaces again, he shoves you straight out the water onto your rocky platform, then launches the octopus onto it too. You feel awful watching it writhe, but are a bit more surprised by how easily you’d just been tossed out the water. You let him get onto the rock with you, and grab the octopus to hand it back to you. You’re almost in tears when you smile at him, shaking your head. “I don’t— I don’t want this. I really don’t.” A few more clicks come from him when you yet again try to release the octopus, hissing in protest. But you still carefully put the poor animal back, and wash off the ink sticking to your hands as it swims away.
Your merman is staring at you with disbelief, mouth corners pulled up in a half-snarl. “It’s okay!” you coo though, “thank you. That’s very sweet.” You sit a bit closer in case he attempts to chase it down again, and pet a hand down his chest. Which seems to douse the fire in his eyes enough to relax, looking between your face and your body a few times. His gentle purring continues when you don’t move your touch away. “I don’t eat live animals. But… I a-appreciate— the gesture. And,” you struggle to continue watching the glint of razor sharp teeth when he cracks his lips open, “you’re… you’re clearly a great hunter.”
When you try to place some distance between your bodies, he lifts his tail and pats it on the wet ground, before moving the length of it over your legs. “Hey,” you quickly say, swallowing the rest of your words when he moves over you more, face to face. His long lashes are awfully distracting so close, mouth hanging open a sliver to show you a peek of a pale, pink tongue. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was about to kiss you.
“I’m taken,” you mumble, averting your eyes and pulling your hands to your chest for good measure.
Whatever he understands that to mean makes him growl, low and possessive. He says something you don’t understand, then growls again. His hand comes to pet your shoulder, running his nails through the baby hair at the base of your head a few times. It snags every few seconds, makes you hiss and moan too. And it makes him grin. Even worse, it sends an embarrassing amount of heat to your cunt, grimacing when you feel your pussy get slick. The earlier touching and now the press of his muscular body over yours is leaving you a mess.
His hand pushes against your thigh, twitching hard, which has your eyebrows pulling tight. You go pale when you look down. What you assumed to be his hand was something else completely, moving around against your thigh with a sticky sheen being rubbed on your skin. The claspers you’d earlier seen to identify him as male, are swollen and extended, and he’s basically rubbing them against your hip like he’s grinding his cocks into you. His tail is heavy enough to keep you in place under him, and his crawled hand is slid along your side when the purring continues. “Oh, fuck,” you mouth, “oh fuck.” Trying to slip out from under him makes him let out a mean growl, mouth corners lifting to show his canines.
“I’m already taken,” you quickly whisper under him again, placing a hand on his shoulder as your eyes dart all around his face, “please get off. You— I- I’m flattered, really. But you should find yourself,” the growl turns into a hiss when you push at him, “a nice mer lady!” When you get one leg from under the heavy press of his tail he snaps his jaw and clamps his hand tight around your arm, laying down on top of you. His head is nuzzled— or forced— into the crook of your throat and his hips buck against you. “I can’t,” you squeak, shivering under his huge body.
He doesn’t care. The two cocks squirm against your belly, making you feel gross in every single way. Once again you try to push him away with a sad ‘no’, but this time the merman hisses and shows his teeth in a display that even you know to be aggressive. The blunt heads twitch and curl against you in a way that feels so foreign and uncomfortable that your lungs are folding in onto themselves, with only the fabric of your bathing suit that sits in the way. The man’s eyes, despite the brilliant color of them, are narrowed and uncaring. And you understand then, that he —it— has absolutely no intention of letting your begging sway him.
The impatient clawing at your thighs is painful, course skin rubbing against yours. You’ve never thought of yourself as delicate before, but pressed under the huge —absurdly so— creature, you find yourself crying. For yourself, and what you know will happen. It makes your skin break out into a cold sweat, adrenaline pumping under you as his heavy tail twitches over you, and he tries to pull you closer in a way that sends a splitting pain down your spine.
It’s only instinct to get away. Your eyes shut and you slam your elbow forward into his throat, kicking and wiggling until his grip loosens with a surprised noise, and you scramble up shaking. If you had more time to stop and think, maybe you’d think twice about rushing over to the edge of your little platform. But you only hear your mind scream to run! get away, and so you jump. Off the rocks into the coldness of the water, feeling the clack of the pressure on your ears and head, you wildly paddle yourself back to the surface and towards the blurry shape of the boat.
Your muscles are achy from the change in temperature, head fuzzy. And there’s this awful, rapid pumping of a heartbeat that should feel familiar, but doesn’t at all. You pull your arm out of the water and drag it through as hard and best you can, making a decent dent in the distance separating you from safety. But it’s not enough. If you’d been able to think twice, you would’ve known it not to be enough. The hand is back before you can so much as brace yourself, deathly tight as it wraps around your ankle and you’re yanked down. You take a stuttered gulp of air before being pulled under into the chilly cold again, and though you thrash wildly, you can’t see anything with the push of the wave on your skull.
When the tail wraps back around you, you open your eyes despite the salty water, trying and failing to shove at his shoulder before your arm is caught too. Your heart bangs so violently against your ribs you’re scared it might pop out through the skin. But you can’t really think, because your eyes shut against the pain of the salt, filling into your nose, clacking your ears. Your head flops forward as the merman drags you through the water; and it hurts. Your lungs hurt. Your eyes hurt. The panicked feeling screaming between your ears hurts, and without anything else to do, you open your mouth and scream.
What little sound reaches your own ears gives way for the water to fill your mouth up, the gross, unbearable taste of the ocean water now drowning you. You’re drowning. You’re drowning.
And then you’re shoved so violently back onto the ledge that you don’t feel yourself land until the water is pushed from your lungs with the force of it, and you’re gasping and thrashing around on the stone now. You gag against the salt as spit drips out your mouth and the rushing sound of water leaves your skull for a calmer blurbing, leaving you catching your pitiful breath where you try to push yourself back until your back hits a wall. Tears are pooling in and streaming down over your cheeks in full hiccupy weeps— can’t help it. But as you rub and rub until the stinging goes away, you come back to yourself just enough to realize something.
It’s significantly darker and quieter than it was. You look around through your teary eyes, finding yourself stuck in a cave. The water at your toes is the only source of light you’re allowed, every other escape showing you only stone and moss. Wherever the creature took you… it isn’t a place you’ve ever been diving. And— you glance up to the middle of the pool that laps ever so calmly at your feet now. The merman’s eyes are glowing a glittering blue, vigilantly staring at you from just above the water edge where you can see his tail flick around elegantly under the water.
“D-don’t,” you try, only to grab at your throat when only a pitiful squeak comes out, swallowing a few times. “Don’t come closer. Don’t- d-don’t come.” Your shaking hand isn’t much of a shield. The merman’s clicking noise comes back in an equally forceful manner, as he swims all the way to the end of the pool and then back. Still glowering at you. When you don’t move, he swims a little closer, letting the soft brabble of the water carry him towards you. But this time you push yourself up onto your feet and kick at the water, and hiss back. “Go away! Leave me alone!”
“Leave me alone,” you squeak pitifully, and rub your hands along your arms, and glare back. He doesn’t, though you don’t expect him to. But now you’re fucked. You can’t go into the water without the merman grabbing you, not that you’re in much of a hurry to try again anyway, and you can’t get out any other way. The realization gives way to a wobbly lip and a whiny sob from somewhere in your body, as you sit back down with your face twisted into tears, wrapping your arms around your knees.
The merman doesn’t flinch when you glare at him, only peers those creepy eyes back at you. “Go! Go away! What the hell is wrong with you, I-I mean—” Your voice rises automatically, stress bleeding out into your waterfall of words like there's no stopping it. “I’m not even of your kind! Why the hell did you take me here, w-why did —You don’t even— I… You!” Your train of words leaves you when the sound of moving water sounds again, and ever so slowly, the merman starts dragging himself up the ledge.
It’s not big, barely enough for two people to lie together, and with the chance of sliding down into the water. And he’s big. You swallow and look away when he’s still hard —harder even, maybe— and try your very best to ignore the scooching and shuffling sound as he slowly drags his long tail out of the water and gets closer and closer. The merman purrs when he’s pressed against you again, wide chest pressing against your shoulder, and his head slowly nudges against your ear. It’s gross, and you hate him, hate how his hand trails up the inside of your thigh. How he sticks his tongue out and licks along the shell of your ear.
But you can’t help but shiver, a sad squeak breaking free from your throat when he purrs louder and louder each second he’s touching you. His tail slaps the wet ground with a satisfied sigh when he moves over you more and you resign yourself to laying down on the cold, damp floor. But you can’t help it. You have no other place to go, nowhere left to flee. The mere thought of trying to run away again is enough to have your stomach flip like you’ll throw up. You cry when the merman starts nosing hungrily down your neck, licking, dragging razor sharp teeth along the heartbeat.
He lays himself half on top of you, until you can feel the squirming dicks start to reach for your center again. They flop around and move as if with a mind of their own, a nasty sort of display that makes you want to gag again— so you cling to his shoulders instead. Whatever thoughts the creature has running through his mind, it doesn’t show clearly on his face. But you want to look away from his gaze nevertheless, ignoring the revenant way he watches your face twist with every crass touch. When his hands tire of exploring, the merman moves aside a little to shove you further up the rock, almost bumping your head against the wall in the process.
Your thighs are shoved apart, one leg hauled over his arm to get it out of the way. But your thoughts are so still, so awfully quiet. He stares for an uncomfortable amount of time as he leans down to sniffle around the area— and really, that’s probably the worst part. Because despite everything, how much you hate this, hate him, want to kick and scream and pull at his hair until he leaves you the hell alone, you’re still getting wetter. You can feel the heat between your legs, soaking into your bikini bottoms and coating your puffy pussy in glistening slick. It doesn’t take too long for the man to figure out that your bottoms can be pushes aside, to reveal your cunt.
And you suppose he says something, because he stares up at your face with a weirdly calculating expression. “Shut the hell up,” you grunt under your breath despite his silence, hating the —it feels like amusement that’s radiating off of him when he dips a finger into your wetness with a slow growl, and you turn your head to the top of the cave. There’s some shuffling, before he is back over you, and this time you hold the way your throat bobs as he wraps a free hand around it. Doesn’t squeeze, but the weight of his arm alone is enough to have you gasping, tears beading back past your lashes.
Then he shuffles some more, and his fingers are pulled away from your pussy to slot them curiously into his mouth. Aquamarine eyes roll back into his skull when he closes his lips around them, and both of your breathing seems to speed up. You, for his reaction, him; to rip your other leg to slot around his waist as he nudges his cocks against your clenching pussy. His dick is colder than your body, making your tummy flutter as he presses all his weight into you and the glossy head of his cock pops inside. Stretching you wide. Your eyes shoot open as you dig your nails into him. He looks absolutely feral.
The thin ring of blue is all that is left from blown eyes pupils, big and black and terrifying. But it’s the low growling noise followed by the way he leans down to suck the crook of your neck, right below his hand that really scares you. Because his breathing is so erratic, and his hips still haven’t moved. Your own voice comes out like a small child being chastised, when you tremble under him. You don’t want him to move. But you want even less to be speared onto his dick all at once. “Go slowly. Slowly,” you beg, moving to thread your fingers through his hair trying to coach something back.
But whatever it is you try to communicate is completely lost when he seems to break his trace and the dick starts squirming inside its very tight clutch, and he suddenly pushes your head out the way. His teeth clamp down hard and fast on your neck, ripping a sharp whine from you that dies within seconds. The coat of blood you feel running down your shoulder is sticky and burning, and you trash against him. But the moving of his cock continues, like a snake curling inside your dripping pussy. And before the head even starts pushing against your cervix, your other hole is starting to receive its own needy press.
“Ohh- g-god, oh please,” you breathe out, hiccuping and whining and moaning all at once. “Please, fuck—” It’s so tight. Your entire lower half feels like it’s being stretched so wide you should fight, but you’re trembling in pleasure anyway. Your ass is filled with the same impatient motion of his second cock, both twirling and prodding against your walls, and your head snaps back. Your body wound like a spring. You don’t get to think about your orgasm before it’s hitting you full force and knocking the breath out of you, your pussy clenching and gushing around the intrusion.
Your legs shake even when he lets go of your throat to heave his upper body over you again, and starts bucking into you. Relentlessly, with his sharp nails gidding into your thigh and his heavy body sliding you up and down on the floor with each thrust, as his tongue rubs along the skin of your wound. You think you’re crying, but you’re also half aware of the desperate, whining noise you’re making as he fucks your holes so deeply your eyes cross automatically. Your toes curling where your legs are wrapped around his waist, totally unaware of the wrecked way you’re drooling and curling against him.
The loud sound of skin meeting skin each time he bottoms out and fucks you, you feel full— so full it’s a different kind of whole-ness. You’re clawing at his back, ignoring the way he hisses when you accidentally touch the small fin along his spine or how he’s gone hovering himself over your body to stare at your face, and run a thumb over your lips. Every impulse is too much. The way his chest rubs against your oversensitive tits, how his cocks seem to find the exact spot inside you to have the air forced out of your lungs. The black swimming in the center of your vision.
“I can’t, I’m-” You feel him so deep you feel like you’re choking on it, and so you absolutely miss the way your teary babbling makes a grin pull at the corners of his mouth. That wicked mouth chooses the worst time to descend and swallow your noises with a greedy lapping into your trembling lips, when he pushes his tail under himself more to raise the both of you off of the ground. The angle of his cocks sliding in and out of your sloppy, messy pussy changes even deeper if at all possible, mixing with your panting and moaning for the most slurred swearing.
As you feel the weight of him bump your clit and his rough skin stimulates it just right, you bite your own bottom lip so hard you start to taste copper— and you cum again. But the second shudders your entire body even more, hanging onto his neck as he huffs and sighs into your neck and the rhythm becomes unbearable to you. You want to stop, yet your limbs are welded shut against him— cumming so hard your mind seems to reset for a moment. The merman doesn’t stop, and continues to wildly chase his own orgasm as he pounds into you.
Heavy weight of his body meeting yours, he seems to clench every single muscle in his overly strong body. His nails dig into the stone next to your head hard enough to make tracks, before he shudders and shoots ropes of hot cum inside your holes. You can feel as it fills your stomach, filling you up with so much heat it feels a bit sickening. You’re entirely worn when you let yourself drop back onto the cold floor that’s now become a few degrees warmer, and cry out a long wail of exhaustion. Every part of your private area is completely covered in the mess of your mixed wetness, leaving you in an uncomfortable, sticky puddle when he pulls out.
And speaks to you with that low voice you have no chance of understanding, rubbing his knuckle along your cheeks in a gesture that should feel comforting. But you’re in pain, every inch of your body feels like it’s been bruised— and you squeeze your eyes shut and ignore everything. You ignore the way he pulls himself off of you, how he manhandles you around to lick at your cunt for a few moments, and how the water gurgles at the edge of the ledge when he slips back inside. You wrap your arms around yourself as you wait, and hope for your heartbeat to come back to you.
But you can’t possibly ignore when he swims around the pool a few times, before trailing a finger along your thigh down. Or how he stops, clears his throat with an awfully sore sounding huff, and speaks. Speaks, making your eyes shoot open to look right at him. It’s totally unpracticed and gruff as it fills the small cave-in, but he lifts a brow and grins wide and animal-like. It sends icy shivers down your spine.
“Mine.”
That’s how the beast disappears under the water edge, leaving you used on the floor of a dim cave, with no other way out.
001. A trip to Brazil? Fantastic. A group vacation to visit Hinata Shōyō? Even better. But, that’s not your only plan for this trip - you’re insistent on learning how to touch a man, hoping that your best friend, Sakusa Kiyoomi, would teach you.
However, you never anticipated falling in love with said best friend.
002. cw: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cursing, fingering, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of clubbing, slight love triangle (not really), thoughts of unrequited feelings (not really unrequited), slight size kink, slight corruption kink, reader is referred to as “girl and she”, so fem! reader
003. w/c: 12.7k (this is my magnum opus wow) | I simply adore this story. it’s a mishmash of some of my favorite tropes, and I sincerely hope you all enjoy it! I literally have spent weeks on this, and I’m truly truly so proud of it!!
tagging: @izu-fi @satorhime @atsumeii
Sakusa Kiyoomi wonders if he’s died and gone to hell.
Or, more appropriately, heaven.
He doesn’t exactly recall how his second night in Brazil ended up like this: you - his sweet, innocent best friend - standing in front of him, shyly pulling off your top as you face him.
“Teach me?” you ask, eyes wide and desperate as you corner Sakusa on his bed. His eyes are wide, leaning against the mattress with his legs spread a bit more hopeful than he would like to admit. At the sight of you in just a bra, a rushed feeling of adrenaline washes over his body in waves, causing his heart to pound furiously against his ribcage. His head swims and he swears that the room is spinning when you step closer to him, simultaneously knocking him out of his surprise and sucking the air out of his lungs.
“Teach me how to love you,” you repeat, running your hands up his arms.
“We can’t do this,” Sakusa breathes out distractedly, again wondering how you ended up in this situation.
But that’s a lie. He knows how you ended up in this situation, and he can hardly bring himself to regret it.
It all started with a little trip to Brazil, and a night on the beach that jumpstarted his entire future with you.
You aspired to be a great chef and open your own restaurant one day. So naturally you decided to work at a restaurant to get a feel for it. You decided that working with your best friend was your safest route considering he already owned his own restaurant. You ate here all the time anyways so what's the harm. Plus you know free food.
“Hey boss!” you teased, placing all your belongings in your usual spot in the kitchen. The back of the shop was all very home-like. The counters were filled with small nick nacks. Your favorite being the volleyball salt and pepper shakers.
“Hey pumpkin, bad news. We have to work pretty late today.” he spoke over his shoulder and continued cutting away at vegetables. There were small neat piles on his cutting board of all types of veggies.
“I don’t mind but may I ask why?” you questioned as you tied your apron strings. It was canvas colored with a small cartoon origini on it. He loved hearing you ramble about how cute it was.
“My stupid brother wants to pass by with his team which means 10 professional athletes will be eating here tomorrow. Hence all the sacks of rice on the counter,” he points to the table with rice cookers and rice bags lined up ready to be prepared. He places down the knife and walks over to you. “And who better to help me than my pretty little assistant.” He flashes you a taunting smile.
“Alright big guy, where do you want me?”
“Preferably on my bed but getting the meat from the freezer is fine too.” he blew you a comical kiss which you gladly caught and placed on your cheek with a fake lovey dovey sigh.
And so the day began. The third staff member was in charge of the front counter and attending to the guests while you and Osamu made the meals for tomorrow. He was a shy but funny highschool student looking to get some extra cash for video games. Osamu had a soft spot for him so he was often given raises. Hours flew by as the two of you made rice and all kinds of fillings to suit the players' tastes. There was endless chatter about random nonsense, some tv shows you both watch and a shit ton of middle school humor.
“Does it taste good? Or is it too salty?” you gave him a spoonful of the meat and sauce mix to try. You decided to try something new and surprise him, mixing his favorite meat in with his homemade sauce.
“That’s what she said.” he giggled at his own flat joke before trying it. “Hmm goof.” he hummed in satisfaction.
“Swallow!” He couldn’t handle it. He spit out the mix at your face and burst into laughter. Gripping your shoulders to stabilize himself.
“Do you think before you say these things!” He clutched his chest as his breath stabilized.
You gave him a sour look and so he shuffled over to grab his towel and clean your face off. Your eyes were closed as he worked away, wiping all the food off you. He stopped at the side of your cheek to admire your features. “Pretty” his voice was so hushed you didn’t hear him. He leaned in closer, your faces inches apart.
“Sir my shift is over and the shop is all closed up and clean so have a good day!” The poor kid knew he walked into something. He quickly waved goodbye and left as quickly as he came. Slamming the door on his way out.
“Yeah thanks kid, have a good ni- and he's gone. Alright let’s get back to work.”
“Good idea” you cleared your throat and looked away.
Things got really awkward after that. He stopped making eye contact and his terrible jokes stopped. You had to think of something to ease the tension. You still had so much to do and you couldn’t bear to have it be like this the whole time.
“Hey ‘samu can you help me over here real quick!” you shouted from the sinks at the wash station. They were in a separate room to the rest of the kitchen so that spilt water can go down the floor drains. Which you thought was genius of him.
“Yeah whatcha need.” The second he turned the corner you sprayed him with the handheld nozzle. “Oh so that’s how we’re playing.”
He grabbed a nearby cup and filled it, chasing you around for a bit trying to catch you. When he finally caught up to you he wrapped an arm around you from behind and drenched your shirt, laughing into your neck. You couldn't help but laugh along. Your laugh made his chest feel all warm.
The water had soaked through the apron and your shirt, making your shirt translucent. He could see everything from his view above you. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’s always had a thing for you and this wasn't making it any easier.
“Didn’t take you as the lace bra type.” His grip on you tightened slightly. “I’m so glad I made the staff uniform white” his hands come up to grope your pretty tits. Pushing them up and releasing them. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.”
“Can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my tits and my shirt’s still soaked.” he softly chuckled.
“Both.” he whispered into the shell of your ear. “Can I make it up to you? Maybe help you clean up?” his hand slowly trailed down to rest in your inner thigh.
“M’yeah.” You hummed in approval. His hand came behind to undo your apron knot, letting it fall gently to the floor.
“Spread your legs for me baby.” his hands smoothed over your stomach before making their way into your pants. “You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this.” He rubbed small circles at your clit, eliciting satisfied hums to fall from your lips.
You’ve always thought he was hot but god did he just go from a 10 to 50 real quick. “Oh so you planned this, didn’t you pretty boy? Asking me to stay late, all the little hints.” you tried your best to make your voice not sound strained.
“Maybe a little, all with your permission of course.” His other hand made work of your shirt buttons. Taking in all you had to offer when your shirt finally came off. You were so pretty to him. All your small gimmicks and reactions to situations had him so in love.
“Ah. Such a gentleman.” a small moan escaped your lips when his fingers ghosted your entrance. You gripped his forearm and he stopped immediately, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitance.
“Are you ok?” His voice was soft.
“Yeah can we just adjust positions?” you dropped your head back onto his shoulder.
He had a moment of thought, resting his head against yours. “Do you trust me?”
“God fuck! Right there!” your head knocks back into the wall and hips roll into his face. He doesn’t hold back any sounds either, grunting and obscene licking were the only things echoing in the room. He absolutely loved this. It was so messy. Cum and spit dribble down your thighs and onto the floor, his face was slick with your cum and he adored it. He could cum from this alone.
He’s had you against the wall with both thighs wrapped around his face for about 30 minutes now. His idea of trusting him was just another way to show off his strength. Gripping at your thighs like it’s his life line. You thrash against the wall, pawing at his hair and shoulders.
“‘Samu s’too much.” your words were barely understandable at this point. He had reduced you to a babbling mess. He hummed into you and that’s all it took. Your orgasm came crashing down hard. You didn’t even notice what you had done at first.
He looked up at you with cum dripping off his face and chin. The proud smirk on his face made you squirm in embarrassment.
“Hey pumpkin, I said I would help you clean up the mess. But I think made a bigger one.”
tw. dubcon, a/b/o terms, size kink, captivity, creampie, breeding, knotting, subby virgin reader, biting, a lot of whining and crying, noncon mating, mention of blood, corruption, praise
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a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing stunning @my-reality-is-in-my-head ♡ thank you so so much for commissioning me it was so much fun to write and thirst over tsumu and you’re just lovely and aHHH i hope it lives up to what you had in your head my love mwuah mwuah this was so much funnn
miya atsumu x fem!reader
If tiny villages are tight knit, you suppose that this place is sewn shut and drilled over— to extend the metaphor.
You enjoy it, though it’s easy to feel out of the norm. A little like a shiny new toy as people gawk from the sidewalks. The older man helps take your luggage out of the back of his rattling bucket of a car before you have the chance to stop him when he drops you off. He only gives a kind nod, before pulling his hat lower over his eyebrows and pointing you towards the house you can just about see peek out between the fields and rolling hills. Your ‘thank you’ is brushed off with the kind of nonchalance only older gentlemen can have, before he slips back into the decades old vehicle and tuffs off down the dirt road.
PAIRING. suna rintarou x afab!reader
GENRE. established relationship, fluff, smut (under the cut), oral sex (reader recieving), vaginal sex, fingering (reader recieving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking
A/N. hi! i’m so excited for valentine’s day to come up, and relationship fluff during the holiday is the absolute dream - so here’s thirsty suna as your boyfriend!
SFW VALENTINE’S DAY. how he makes it special
would not be openly excited for the holiday season. once february comes rolling around, he’d acknowledge your passion for valentine’s day celebrations, but wouldn’t be beaming with joy over the chocolates and flower bouquets like some boyfriends would.
however, he’d take mental notes on your likes and dislikes throughout your relationship - knowing that eventually, he’d need to remember the things that you love in order to give you the most romantic valentine’s day he possibly could.
let’s say you mentioned that daisies were your favorite flower in november - he’d have ordered the most expensive bouquet from your favorite flower shop to be delivered to your work place with no questions asked. he wants to make you smile as much as possible on the fourteenth.
considering he’s a more private person, he wouldn’t make a restaurant reservation or have some sort of grand gesture - he doesn’t need to do those things to show that he loves you. he simply wants to spend time with you.
as soon as you get home, he has dinner on the table. he ordered your favorite meal of onigiri from osamu’s restaurant - with extra add ons from the chef, of course. there’s a bottle of red wine and your most expensive glasses at your seat, as well as some soft music playing on the stereo. as much as he likes to deny it, he’s a romantic.
throughout the meal, he holds you hand - squeezing it at random intervals along with the beat of the songs - and his eyes glow with love at the sight of your overjoyed expressions.
once you’ve finished your meal, the two of you sit side-by-side on the sofa. his left arm drapes over your shoulder whilst you rest your head on his own - and he gives you full control over whatever rom-com you want to watch.
the two of you eventually get distracted in each other, of course. the movie is long forgotten as the night rages on - and his lips meet yours in the softest kiss you’ve ever been blessed to share with him - perhaps it’s now your favorite of the many.
NSFW NIGHT. how he makes you feel special
his hands roam your body, feeling your curves with a sensual touch. he’s always the more silent one when it comes to your intimate moments - so when you let out a loud moan, he laughs lightly and captures your lips in a rougher kiss.
somehow, you manage to make it to the bedroom. you’re not sure if he carried you, or if you stumbled through the hallway with your intertwined limbs. what you did know, was that his mouth hadn’t left yours in the short amount of time.
he strips you of your clothes slowly, taking his time with each garment and pressing soft kisses on the newly exposed skin. your entire body flushes red with embarrassment - but he thinks it’s adorable. he never gets tired of how flustered you become at his touch.
once he reaches your panties, he hooks a finger in the waistband and helps you step out of their constraints. his mouth meets your core and the sigh of relief you exhale is deafening when the feeling of his wet tongue touches your most intimate parts.
he makes out with your cunt as if he’ll die if he stops. the passion he holds is something that you’ve never felt from him before. it’s sloppy and messy, you can even feel your wetness dripping down his chin, but that doesn’t stop him in the slightest.
when you reach your first high of the night, he doesn’t move a muscle. his tongue remains laying on your sensitive parts and swallows every ounce of cum that you let out. he collects the remaining drops on his fingertips, standing up from the side of the bed and sucking on them for you to see.
in an instant, his underwear are thrown across the room and he’s rolling a condom onto his cock. the tip prods at your entrance - tapping twice before pushing in. the feeling of him inching inside of you, slowly by the second, brings tears to the corners of your eyes. it’s so intimate, so romantic, that you can’t help but get emotional.
he notices your crying and begins to kiss your tears away. he slowly thrusts in time with his kisses, penetrating you as deeply as he possibly can. his balls meet your ass with every thrust - the squelching sounds of your cunt meeting his hips makes it all the more passionate.
you cum once again, screaming with pleasure as his finger begin to play with your clit throughout your high. there’s a smirk on his face as he stares at your dripping core. perhaps it was the sight of your red thighs or running mascara - but a switch flips in his brain. suddenly all of the gentleness is gone.
his large palm makes contact with your throat as his left hand rips off the condom, throwing it into the trash bin near your bedside table - and he thrusts into you with no warning. you arch your back, but he holds you down by the neck - making sure not to squeeze too tight. he’d never want to actually hurt you.
as you make eye contact, staring deeply into his focused lust-filled irises, you’re suddenly aware of how long the night really is. his thrusts have the adrenaline of a man on ecstasy. he’s high on the drug that is you, addicted and yearning for more and more. he was planning on making you cum as many times as possible.
"happy valentine’s day.” he grunts out, gaze focused on your tight cunt swallowing his cock. his stamina could last for hours, he was never one to cum quickly - and you realize that this was going to be a night that you’d never forget.
after finding out about your crush on his brother, atsumu comes up with a "brilliant" plan: fake date him to make osamu jealous. you realize that this plan was a mistake when osamu starts dating someone else.
