Haii I would like to request a Shinji x reader, with some spice please please🥹
Sure!! I had an idea tinkling around, so hopefully this suits your fancy 😊
Summary: Coming back to the Gotei 13 means getting a new office, a new lieutenant and of course... a new uniform. The process of moving unlocks dormant memories of Shinji’s past, but not all of them are bad, especially the ones involving you.
CW: MDNI! use of pet names (from Shinji), oral sex (m and f receiving).
Word count: 2713
Read on AO3.
Shinji scoffed at his new captain’s uniform neatly folded on his desk, in his newly renovated office. The Squad 5 barracks didn’t change in the century or so since the Hollowfication Incident, but squad members were different. And he could only thank Aizen for that.
“I got my work cut out for me.” Shinji grumbled, as his mind raced thinking the best way to approach his new subordinates and new lieutenant… but one step at a time. He quickly grabbed some magazines tucked away in the boxes he brought from the World of the Living.
Sighing, he placed the uniform and magazines under his arm and headed out to one of the few places that gave him solace in all of Soul Society, Rukongai district 9.
Shinji was holding his breath. It had been a century since he was here, would the shop even be here still? He walked down the street, seeing familiar stores and unfamiliar names. The Fashion District of Soul Society was alive and well it seemed.
There were various tailors and stores that catered to most of the particular tastes of the Nobles in Seireitei, but Shinji was never to follow their trends. Centuries ago he would bump heads with different tailors for unique pieces of clothing.
Until the day you opened up your shop.
And just like that, maybe out of habit, maybe out of anticipation, Shinji found himself in front of your shop once again. The sign held the same design as before and the name was boldly painted as ever.
As he entered the store, he grinned to himself to see familiar sights. Bolts of various types and colours of fabric were stacked upon each other. Stacks of magazines and hardcover books stacked randomly across the store, and amidst all the chaos, stood one counter.
And you, lost in thought as you concentrated on a commissioned, silk embroidered handkerchief.
“Ya still taking commissions?” Shinji chuckled as he sauntered over to you.
“Shinji! You’re alive!” You gasped, dropping your work on the counter. “I was told you died in combat.”
“That’s what they were tellin’ y’all? It’s been 110 years and they can’t keep their lies straight.” Shinji grumbled and tensed as you immediately wrapped your arms around him.
Shinji looked away as his cheeks grew pink at how close you were to him.
“You have to tell me all about it!” You beamed at him, taking in his lean figure and now short hair. “Also short hair suits you.”
The sincerity in your voice left Shinji uncomfortable. After a century of living in the shadows of the World of Living, to be thrown into your bright, cheery disposition, was enough to unnerve him. Even if coming to see you was entirely self-inflicted.
Once you let go of Shinji, you immediately noticed the now creased uniform and the peeking of magazine covers under his arm.
“Ah, I’m guessing you want me to tailor your haori, Shinji, but what’s this?”
Shinji gave a small grin, “I figured I can’t come here empty handed since it’s been a while. Got to travel to some interesting places in the World of the Living, and thought you’d like them.” As he handed you the magazines. Your eyes went wide as you skimed through the covers, eager to read them in detail. Then he handed you his uniform, “darlin’, do what you do best.”
You nodded your head, smiling at the pet name you missed hearing from him. You took Shinji by the hand and led him to a stack of magazines and books, “well let’s start here, maybe we’ll find something you like.” You bent down to pick one magazine, dating from the early 1970s.
“What do you mean?” Shinji asked, “you don’t wanna tailor it?”
You laughed, “things have changed in the Gotei 13! I think the Captain Commander has loosened the rules a bit.”
Shinji gave you an uncertain stare.
“Some of the other tailors have been tasked to modify some of the captain haoris in particular styles.” You said, as you flipped through the magazine, “and knowing you… I figured you’d like to do something to yours too.”
Shinji chuckled, picking up another magazine off the ground. “Fine, I ain’t gonna say no to that.”
“Perfect! Let me grab my notebook.”
Shinji sat on the ground as he thumbed through the pages, skimming different styles, cuts, and pieces that he saw pass through his time living amongst the World of the Living. You eagerly wrote down all the preferences he noted, asking him about any additional embellishments, trimmings and other oddities he would want.
“I think I have an idea.” You murmured, closing your notebook. “Let me close the shop, and you can go to the back. Let’s take some measurements.” You gave him a soft smile as you pulled out your measuring tape.
Once you closed the shop, you made your way to the parlour room of your shop. Shinji was looking at himself in the mirror, pulling his bangs from side to side, mumbling to himself.
“Are you gonna cut your hair again?” You asked, as he turned himself around to face you.
“Maybe, not sure yet.” Shinji remarked, feeling uneasy again.
“Shinji, relax! You’ve done this a million times before.” You tried to ease the tension, but Shinji seemed lost in his thoughts. “I know you have a lot on your mind right now,” you murmured, “but for now, I want you to lift your arms out to your shoulders.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you measured the length of his arms, taking note that they were still strong as you remembered it. “Ok, put them down now,” as you proceeded to measure his sleeve length.
You quickly jotted down his arm span measurements, “ok I’m going to measure your shoulders and back now.” You murmured as you went behind him. Shinji tried to relax, but his heart began to quicken as you were so close to him. Your touch was firm, yet gentle, and it was throwing him off. “And now your chest,” as you went in front of him. You were focused on your work, but all Shinji could do was look away and watch you from the side mirror.
“You’re cute when you’re workin’, you know that?” He muttered.
“What was that?” You said, completely oblivious as you thought how his chest had gotten bigger from over 100 years ago.
“Nothin’, don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” Shinji sighed.
“Ok, I think I got your upper body down. I’ll take your lower body measurements.”
Which led Shinji’s mind to stray, as he watched you go on your knees as you wrapped the measuring tape around his thigh, scribbling down the measurement, then the length of his legs. He closed his eyes as he tried not to think about you in this position, before his mind flashed of having you bobbing your head along the length of his cock.
Shit, too late. He thought, but before anything could be said or done. You closed your notebook and got back up.
“Perfect, I think I have everything I need, Shinji. I should have this ready for you in two weeks.” You smiled softly, noticing the way his cheeks were pink. “Are you alright, Shinji? You’ve been a bit cagey today.” You said, sadness evident in your tone.
“Nah, nothing like that. Just like ya said, I got a lot of my mind right now.”
You frowned slightly, “ok, but, and I know I’m just a tailor, but you can come by and talk anytime. My doors are always open for you.” You murmured, wrapping your arms around him again, causing Shinji to tense up.
“I know. I might take you up on your offer, but not today.” He gave you a wry smile, “and besides, can’t leave without paying.”
“Oh for you, it’s on the house! You brought me those magazines.” You laughed, flattered he brought you something to begin with.
“Darlin’, I got a captain’s salary.” Shinji yawns, “I can pay my share and then some. It’s the least I can do.”
“Alright, but it’s only 50% today.” You said, as you tally up the fabric and tailoring cost, “I’ll take the rest when it’s complete.
“Ya got yourself a deal.” Shinji smirks.
The messaging system within the Gotei 13 improved significantly while Shinji was in exile. It surprised him to receive a message on his phone, of all places, that his haori was ready.
But he wasn’t surprised you finished it so quickly. You were always so concentrated with the work he commissioned, but how did you know his number?
He texted you a reply that he would be coming later in the afternoon. He was still wearing his World of the Living clothes, much to the dismay of everyone else in the Gotei 13. He rolled his eyes at the commentary and chiding he would get, as if he didn’t know the rules.
He lazily walked his way around District 9, another gift under his arm for you. Your texted him that your store would appear closed today, but to text you when he arrived.
And with a quick text, you quietly opened the door and led him back to the parlour room.
“I’m so excited to see you wear it, Shinji!” You grinned, excitement rolling off you, “I hope you like it,” as you handed him his new uniform.
“Before I change, have this.” Shinji said, handing you a small box with a light green ribbon tying it closed. “Open it while I go change.” He murmured.
You stared at the box in your lap as you gently unravelled the ribbon. Lifting the lid, your eyes widened as you saw what laid underneath, but before you could say anything, Shinji was done.
You gasped as you saw his new uniform. The modified, white waist coat with a frontal tie feature was tailored perfectly the uniform underneath, but you laughed.
“Your cravat is a bit crooked.” You chuckled, as you went to him. You hummed as you adjusted his cravat, with the custom white gold pins you ordered for him. You took a step back and admired him and your work, but then your brows furrowed.
“What’s wrong?” Shinji asked, as he stared down at his uniform and you.
“I think I need to hem your pants a bit more.” You said, as you immediately went down on your knees. Shinji’s cheeks went pink again, as you quickly remeasured the length.
“Oh I think I was just seeing things. It’s fine.” You said, laughing, but still on the ground. “Is there anything else I can help you with, Shinji?” You smiled, looking up at him.
Shinji sighed and closed his eyes, trying to get his mind out of the gutter with the way your eyes were looking up at him. “Nah, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” You ask softly, as you slowly trailed your hands up his thighs, “I can help with other things.” You murmured, your face between his legs.
Shinji took a deep breath, “ok, fine, you can help me with one thing, c’mere.” He murmured, lifting you up. He gently cupped the back of your neck and kissed you softly on the lips. You kissed him back feverently, startling him, before he held you closer. The two of you broke away and panted, before Shinji grinned at you, “that wasn’t exactly what I wanted help with.” He snickered, before leading you to an empty couch. He sat down, spreading his legs, “I need your help with this, but you gotta work for it.”
You smiled and nodded your head as you sat between his legs, hands pulling aside his uniform. Shinji relaxed as he felt your arm hands wrap around his growing erection, gently moving them along his shaft as you began to kiss the tip of his cock. You hollowed your cheeks as you took him down your throat, moaning around him as you felt his fingers in your hair.
Shinji groaned your name, “good girl” he moaned, petting your head as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, running your tongue over the tip and along the veins of his cock. You wrapped your hands around the base of his cock and pumped him in time with your mouth.
Your pussy throbbed at the sounds he was making, as you pulled one hand away, slipping them between your clothes as you rubbed your clit, moaning around his cock.
That was enough to send Shinji over, “Be a darlin’” he gasped, “and swallow for me, ok?” Shinji said, bucking his hips and holding your face down as his cum spurted down your throat.
Once he was done, you pulled away from him, a ‘pop’ as your swollen lips let go of his cock. Shinji panted as he looked down at the sight of you. You immediately got up and went to the gift Shinji brought you, a handkerchief, and used it to dab your mouth clean, giving him a smirk.
“It wasn’t meant to be a cum rag” Shinji complained, throwing his head back into the seat and sighed. “I made it for you to keep.”
“I am keeping it! And I’m putting it to good use.” You laughed, as you sat next to him on the couch. Shinji wrapped his arms around you as you laid against him, your fingers crawling up his legs, close to his soft cock, before Shinji pushed your hand away.
“Darlin, you’ve done enough for me today.” Shinji drawled, sitting up. You looked up at him, pouting, “don’t give me that look.” He scoffed, “I can’t leave my lady alone after all of that.” He chuckled, kissing you again. The two of you tugged down your clothes and undergarments, leaving you bare for him.
Shinji soon trailed his lips down your body, with his long, thin fingers pinching and rolling your nipples. He sank down to his knees as he faced your wet pussy. Shinji smirked as he looked up at you, your body flushed with sweat, panting his name.
“Since you worked so hard,” Shinji murmured, hooking your legs on his shoulders, “my darlin’ deserves another gift.” You cried out as Shinji gave a long lick along your pussy, before flicking his tongue against your clit. Your body jolted as you felt something smooth against his tongue and your clit. But before you could ask, you squealed, immediately weaving your hand through his hair as you brought his face closer into your pussy, screaming Shinji’s name as he buried his face in your cunt.
You held his face close as you felt the same sensation hit against your clit. Your legs twitched as your orgasm was fast approaching, with Shinji increasing the flick and laps of his tongue.
“Shinji – I can’t” you cried, as you felt your body jerk in response. But Shinji didn’t let up and continued, pushing his tongue into hole. A low moan left your body, eyes rolling as your orgasm waved through you. Shinji savoured the taste of your juices as he gently licked away at your slit, before kissing your inner thighs.
You gave him a shy smile as he sat back down on the couch. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” You murmured, as you tried to even out your breathing.
“Learn what? Eating your pussy? You taste good, darlin’” Shinji remarked.
“No,” you laughed, “there was something on your tongue.”
“Surprised it took you this long to notice.” Shinji chuckled, sticking out his tongue. A metal piercing was straight through its centre.
Your eyes were wide, “when did you get that?!”
“A long time ago, but it doesn’t matter.” Shinji yawned, “you’re gonna feel more of it later.”
Blushing, you leaned into Shinji’s body once more, “and thank you for the handkerchief.” You murmured, holding his hand, “you made it didn’t you?”
“I did. I learned somethings while I was livin’ out there ya know.” Shinji responded, squeezing your hand back. “Anyways, how’d you get my Soul Society number?”
“Oh that, I asked Rose’s tailor and Rose gave it to me.”
Shinji scoffed, then kissed you on the forehead, “ya really are resourceful, aren’t ya darlin’?”
Thank you for your request! I hope this is to your liking. I wanted to incorporate his new uniform and tongue piercing, so voilà! I was also inspired by MICHELLE'S Pulse.
NSFW under the fold, MDNI (I will block u if i catch u) Tags: Timeskip, BokutoXFem!reader, AtsumuXFem!reader, AtsumuXReaderXBokuto, threesome,no established relationship, decently vanilla. Atsumu is a little rough, but nothing kinky. no plot. not edited.
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don't ask me why i wrote this. i have no good reason. i just, i joked one too many times.
Bokuto
He moves slowly, taking his time with you. His large hands holding firmly on your thighs, fingers pressing indents into the flesh of them as he licks and sucks on your clit like a man on a mission. He treats the pleasure of eating you out like it's going to be his last meal, like he may not get to see you like this again.
But with how good it feels, how good he feels, there is no doubt you wouldn't do this again. Or even a million times over. The way he groans and grunts against your dripping cunt every time your thighs squeeze or your hips roll, the way his hands squeeze your thighs tighter when you moan, he's determined to make you cum. He's desperate for it.
"C'mon sweetheart I know you can," He says when he pulls back for just a short moment for air before diving back in with a newfound vigor. His energy is neverending, it drives you insane.
" 'm close- fuck Bo," you groan out as your hips squirm under his relentless tongue, he just chuckles- cocky and giddy. He loves it when he gets what he wants, and right now, your release is all he wants.
He doesn't give up, not even after your voice raises in volume as waves of pleasure unleash over you. He wants every drop, he wants to taste every bit of it. He wants to feel his spit mix with it, he wants to taste you on his lips.
"Pretty girl, let me do it again. Please?"
Atsumu
Atsumu has never been one to be humble or modest. He's confident, he's self-aware. He knows he's good. But he also knows he'll put in the time and effort to remind you. And god, does he remind you.
The way he thrusts into you is enough to make you throw your head back in overwhelming pleasure, his hips rolling deep into you, never pulling all the way out, just constantly reaching deep inside to reach the point that makes you feel so good your walls flutter around him, practically squeezing like they are begging for more.
"feels really good, don't it?" He says against your neck as he leaves open kisses- never biting, always careful to not leave any marks. He knows what this is. Nothing serious, just people with wants and needs.
"Shit, right there-" you moan out, back arching as he keeps hitting that sweet spot in you. He lifts himself up, his weight resting on his forearms as he finds a deeper angle. His eyes search your face, watching how the pleasure finds you.
"Such a pretty thing for me, aren't ya?" He coos inbetween breathless grunts, you'd swear he was mocking you if it the red on his ears didn't make it clear he was just as pleasured.
At The Same Damn Time
To be fair, you knew how big they both were. They're top-of-the-ranking volleyball players. They're big guys, built out with broad muscles and sculpted bodies. But it wasn't until they had you like this that you really realized it.
"Shit, look at her Bo, she's a mess-" Atsumu teased with that cocky grin as he stuffed his cock into your mouth, hips rolling as you sucked him off. The tips of his ears turn red as a shaking groan escapes the back of his throat when you moan around his length.
Bokuto can only chuck low as he continues to thrust into you, making long and methodical movements. He's absolutely captivated by the way that your hole stretches and clenches around him as he pulls almost all the way out before almost ramming back in. Each thrust makes your body shudder and small tears prick up in your eyes- pleasure overwhelming.
"Don't slow down now, pretty thing, you're doin' so well," Atsumu groans put, speeding up as he fucks deeper into your mouth, chasing the feeling of your gags around his throat.
"Be gentle with her, Atsumu," Bo reminds him between breaths, "can't let her wear out now,"
Atsumu just chuckles, gently grabbing at your hair as he fucks your face at a new angle, "She's fine, aren't ya doll?"
You moan in response, both boys' hips shudder at the sound of your moans muddled by Atsumu's cock.
"Shit, let me cum in her mouth then we can switch places, you gotta see what he mouth can do Bo-" Atsumu groans as his thrusts get faster, gagging and choking you, the feeling around his cock pulling him closer and closer to the edge.
Bokuto groans, his own head falling back, "Fuck i'll take you up on that 'sumu. She's getting close-"
And you were, you knew you were. Both of them could tell. "Finish her off then my turn," Atsumu groaned, his eyes shut tight as he gets close.
Bokuto fucks into your faster now, harder, still taking long and deep thrusts. His large hands push your thighs back, and your knees into Atsumu's back. They're just so fucking big, you can't help but feel absolutely swallowed up in their pleasures.
You moan again and it pulls Atsumu to the edge, "Fuck, you gonna swallow it, right? Gonna swallow my cum, pretty girl?"
You moan and nod, looking up at him through your lashes. He moans softly and thrusts deep into your face one last time before cumming into your mouth, the sensation hitting you in the back of your throat as you choke on it. He pulls out slowly, his large fingers gently caressing the corners of your mouth to clean up the excess. "There we go, such a sweetheart."
You whine and cough through a moan as you struggle to swallow it all but manage by some feat. Not done with you yet, Atsumu takes your breast into his mouth, letting his tongue circle around your nipple before sucking on it.
Both boys are stunned at the sounds falling from your mouth as you get closer and closer to what would be the first of many orgasms that night.
"Keep doing that, 'sumu, she sounds so pretty," Bo groans, reaching his large fingers down from your hip to rub on your clit for you. He's always so desperate to see you finish for him.
Atsumu groans and you moan louder, back arching. Atsumu chuckles and pulls off from your breasts, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. His arms move to find yours, pinning them above his head. He's so strong, his muscles flexing a little, "Stay still, let it feel good, 'kay?" He says in a low, hushed voice before moving to your other breast.
"close. I'm close-" you mange to babble out as the familiar tightness grows in your lower stomach, moans turning to whines and whimpers.
"You got it, baby, you can cum for us right?" Bokuto says sweetly between grunts, his thrusting never letting up as his fingers rub on your clit in faster circles.
The sounds that fell from your lips as you came undone were holy, pretty enough to make both boys groan and moan themselves as they gave you attention in all the sensitive spots you wanted.
When you come down from the orgasm, the two smile at eacother.
"Switch places?" Atsumu asks over his shoulder at Bokuto, who was watching with such intensity as your hole practically milked his cock. He's so mesmerized by how you come undone.
"Do we gotta? She looks so pretty like this-" Bokuto pouts a little, gripping your hips as if he could keep you to himself.
Atsumu rolls his eyes, "Don't be a dick, my turn-"
Bokuto huffs and pulls out, a squelching sound making them both groan again. You shiver and whine.
"Look at her, she's so sensitive," Atsumu says softly, watching your cunt glisten for a moment before turning to look at you, his hand finding your face. He holds it with a gentle tenderness like this isn't the most lewd situation the three of you have ever been in.
"You wanna suck 'em off too, right doll? You don't mind if we switch spots?"
You nod and pull at Bokuto's wrists so he'll move closer. They both smile devishly.
It would be a long, long evening.
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A/N: dont talk to me about this being ooc I dont want to hear it
Summary: Captain Fuegoleon had a laundry room added to the Crimson Lion base to teach it's knights about chores and responsibilities. Y/N has never seen anyone use it, until one night her captain joins her for a wash.
Warnings: Semi / Public Sex, Fuegoleon being how he is, Talk of ballsacks, Cum, Adulthood Responsibilities
Having nice clothes was an unspoken rule of the Crimson Lions. No one left their rooms without looking their best, everyone even had silk robes for late night snack adventures around the base. However, those who lived at the base lacked certain resources they were accustomed to at home, maids, servants, and mamas to do their laundry. Could they have hired a few to help the hopeless royals and noble knights? Sure, but that wouldn’t bare them a lesson, so good ol’ Captain Fuegoleon had instead created a room full of ‘machines’ that would ‘wash their clothes.’ He had a very gaudy sign made for the door that had “laundry room” illustrated with too many frills, but what can we expect from a team that has Kings in their name. Nonetheless, most members went home often and took their washings with them. They’ll train day and night to put their life on the line for the kingdom, but god forbid they wash their own underwear, including the man who made the room. No one had ever seen him walking around the castle with a laundry basket on his hip.
But there were perks to this.
Y/N had the laundry room all to herself. She waited until late at night to spare herself the gossip of doing her own chores, but once everyone was settled into their dorms she made a beeline for the washers, adorning her robe so she could walk around if she felt like it and not get a “what are you doing up so late?” interrogation. Obviously no one else was in the room so she could use up as many machines as she wanted, taking time to sort out her delicate underwear and stained training clothes. A wicked idea crossed her mind. Y/N removed her robe and set it to the side, took over her silk pajama set and threw it into the delicate cycle, before putting her robe back on. Very little hid her from the world, but as far as she was concerned the “world” was asleep and wouldn’t dare to enter this room.
If she were a lady, which she was, she would just sit in and wait for the cycles to finish, but as the washers went through their cycles they made vibrations that just felt… good against her body. She leaned against it letting the vibrations help relax her sore arms and legs.
“Maybe if I lay down on all of them I’ll be able to get my whole body at the same time!”
Y/N turned her back to the machine, placing her palms on top in order to hoist herself up on top, but as she sat down she felt a different kind of relaxing vibration.
“I shouldn’t indulge in this behavior…. But no one is around to witness it…”
Y/N closed her eyes and allowed her body to relax while certain feelings went through her core. Her robe became looser as the cycle went on. Her eyes were closed and head was rolled back, but as she opened her mouth to let out a moan the door to the laundry room ripped open. Fast and quiet but it was enough for her to notice. Jerking her head up she saw her captain standing in the doorway, with a woven basket full of clothes in his arm.
She had a millisecond to cover herself from him.
“Cap-Captain! What are you doing here,” Y/N slammed her legs together while trying to close her robe.
He arched a brow at her, “Laundry, as one does in the laundry room… Why are you sitting on the machine?”
“I just… like the way it feels…” Idiot. Why would you say that?
Fuegoleon gave her the side eye while loading his own washer and added the soap like he’d been doing it for years. So pretty boy does his own laundry? Interesting. Y/N was still sitting on top of the washer, too scared of giving a free show if she moved.
“Are you going to sit on it until it’s done?”
“You know, it’s good for my sore muscles. Which I have because I’ve been training so hard!”
“Oh… well maybe I should try it too.”
Why was Captain Fuegoleon so… like this?
“Okay,” Y/N squeaked out and watched in horror as her captain climbed on top of the washing machine next to her, curiosity and excitement all over his face.
“I’m not sure I understand,” his eyes crossed in confusion as the vibes clearly did nothing for his ass and thighs.
So his balls aren’t big enough to touch the surface he sits on…
“Excuse me?”
Y/N’s face became very red, had she said that out loud?!
“You should try laying down on it!” She screeched out, motioning for him to use her lap as a pillow.
Fuegoleon’s eyes crossed, “You are absolutely right, Y/N! Thank you,” he moved his legs on top of the machine, resting his head on her thigh, which gave him a perfect very of her under breast.
“H-how’s that, Captain?”
“I can feel my muscles being stimulated! This is an amazing discovery, Y/N!”
“Thank you?”
“Oh! You should join me, come lay down next to me.”
Y/N looked down and the limited space on top of the machines.
“I’m not sure we will both fit, Captain.”
Fuegoleon followed her eyes, thinking.
“How about you lay on top of me and I rub your muscles, then we switch sides when your clothes are put in the dryer.”
Y/N felt something deep in her melt at the idea of getting a massage from her captain.
“O-okay.”
Fuegoleon lifted his head to give her room to remove herself. She stood on the ground, placed her hands on either side of his head and lifted herself on top of him. Hovering over him she remembered that she was naked under her robe, which was thin and now hanging off her body. She gulped and prayed he didn’t notice as she laid her body on top of his.
Without a word more, his hands went to her shoulders rubbing downwards in circular motions. It took everything in Y/N’s power to not moan whenever he stimulated a particularly sore part. It didn’t help that her hips were rested right above his and she could feel the vibrations through him.
The ringing of the finished cycle was her only salvation. Fuegoleon’s face looked funny as she lifted herself up to move her clothes to the dryer. She gave him a questioning look before a draft alerted her what was wrong. Her robe had moved open, stopping at her hard nipples. She flew her hands up to shut the fabric once more before jumping off of him.
“I am so sorry Captain,” she ripped open the washer door, “I think I would like to go to my room while my clothes dry,” Y/N was throwing her wet training clothes into the washer.
“Is there any particular reason why, Y/N,” Fuegoleon asked.
“No…” she turned around to find he had opened her other washer to help her, but had pulled out one tiny, lace thong. His eyes narrowed as he observed how it stretched between his two pointer fingers.
Y/N wanted to die right then and there.
“I wasn’t aware you were seeing someone,” was all he said as she chucked the underwear back into the machine and grabbed its contents completely.
“Wh-why would you say that,” she squeaked, taking the load from him and turning around to throw them in another dryer.
“You don’t wear those for training, do you,” his voice tickled her ear. Y/N’s eyes rolled from the sensation of its warmth.
“S-sometimes I do,” she slammed the door shut and messed with the settings
“Why,” he pushed her flush against the dryers, “Hoping someone might see them?”
“Captain…”
Fuegoleon removed himself from Y/N.
“I apologize, Y/N. It seems I misread you. Forgive me.” He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room.
Y/N had 5 seconds to either go to her room or make a once in a lifetime decision. And she was brash so…
After hitting start on the dryer she slowly walked to her captain.
“I wear them hoping you will invite me to your dorm afterwards for a shared bath.”
Fuegoleon looked up from his lap. Y/N’s hands were on the tie of her robe. As he opened his mouth to speak she pulled on it and let it slide down her shoulders. Leaving herself completely bare to him.
His eyes became dark with hunger.
“Thank god,” he stood up and started throwing off his clothes, “I thought I had just made an ass of myself.”
Y/N had seen his naked chest before while training, but it was different now. She let her eyes move downward, she stopped to take in his throbbing cock. She gaped at its size. It would never fit in her mouth.
“Tell me, Y/N, are my balls still not big enough?”
A blush crept across her face, “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”
“Then make it up to me.”
Y/N walked forward, stopped when their chest touched before dropping to her knees.
The pair maintained eye contact as Y/N reached out her tongue, giving his member a long lick. Fuegoleon nodded in approval. Y/N wrapped her mouth around the head, lightly sucking as she made her way down his shaft.
Fuegoleon growled in pleasure as Y/N bobbed her head. His cock was so long she could only get half of it in her mouth, gagging as she tried to fit in more. Fuegoleon pushed back her shoulders and lifted her up.
“I’d rather taste you than have you taste me, darling,” then laid her down on his washers which were still vibrating.
Fuegoleon put his hands on Y/N’s inner thighs, lightly massaging before spreading them open. His face was at level with her wet opening.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he purred before taking a long lick over her bundle of nerves. “You’re so sweet,” he sucked, hard.
Y/N reached for Fuegoleon’s hair, pulling it as she moaned on his tongue. He continued to take laps at her. Her pussy dripped down her curves and onto the washer.
“I want you,” Y/N whimpered.
Fuegoleon growled, continuing his feast.
“Please,” she shrieked as an orgasm ripped through her body.
“There we go,” he murmured, unbending his back.
Their eyes met, “Please,” Y/N repeated.
Fuegoleon pulled Y/N to the edge of the washer, “There is nothing that would make me happier.”
He lined his cock up with her vagina, taking his time sinking inside of her. Y/N gasped as his member hit her innermost wall.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he leaned down to suck on her nipple, “You feel so good.” Fuegoleon slowly pulled out, almost completely, before ramming himself back inside. He did it again and again. Y/N was a wet, mewling mess beneath him.
“Fuegoleon,” she cried as his cock hit her most sensitive spot.
“That’s what I was looking for, do you like that, Y/N?”
He taunted her, hitting the spot repeatedly. All Y/N could do was moan and scream.
“Good girl,” he latched his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure.
She tightened around him, signalling she was close. He twitched in response.
“Together,” he growled, “We come together.” Y/N nodded.
A final thrust was their undoing, Y/N spasmed around him, shaking with the washer. Fuegoleon spilled inside her, so deep and hot. He stayed sheathed inside her while he caught his breath, leaning his head on her shoulder.
“That was…”
“Amazing,” Y/N answered. He gave her a smile.
The beep of his washer was their signal to get put together.
“I’m hoping you’ll join me in my room to fold our clothes once we’re done, Y/N.”
Hi everyone, these are some headcanons for my good friend @myrulia <3 Happy birthday and enjoy some headcanons off you’re favorite siblings whore😕 (it’s my first time writing for them, i could use tips)
headcanons where you spend your birthday with the vermillions <3 a reminder that these are my personal headcanons and opinions can always differ.
Also a big thanks to @shotomyheart for beta reading this <3
You dated in Highschool, but broke up after Atsumu lost against Karasuno. 6 years later, you meet again.
Warnings: bit angsty, otherwise none! Just fluff hihi.
Word-count: 2411
Author’s note: Well hi there! I’m back from the dead. So….. i haven’t written sth in a long time so I apologise in advance if it’s badly written or contains tons of mistakes! But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
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Atsumu never made life easier for you. Back in Highschool, when you two dated, the girls always gave you dirty looks whenever Atsumu and you walked down the hall, hand in hand. But it only worsened over time. The longer you dated Atsumu, the worse his fangirls acted towards you. Insults were thrown at you, judging looks were shared whenever you walked past them and even shoving you out of the way whenever they felt like it.
What you regret most, was stopping with your hobby to become Inarizaki's manager, of course upon Atsumu's request. You were once a very talented ice skater, but due to your relationship with Atsumu, you had stopped.
But even though all of this had hurt you, you stayed for him. His love towards you was so pure, he made sure to let you know he loved you. He was never too busy to not see you, even if it meant he had to sneak out his house to meet you at your place late at night.
However, that changed as well after Inarizaki lost against Karasuno. The once long nights you spent together, were suddenly spent alone. The Atsumu that once made sure to squeeze you in whenever, was suddenly long gone. His ego was more than hurt after this match, you remember it so well. He pushed you away even weeks after that match, he barely saw you and during practice nothing more than a little kiss was placed on your cheek, followed by a half assed "Sorry, love".
And when summer came, you've had enough. You've spent months alone. So you've asked Atsumu to meet up with you in front of the Convenience store you've usually hung out in during late nights. Surprisingly, he agreed to meet you at 4 p.m.
You waited patiently, well aware of the fact that he'd be running late. 15 minutes later he then appeared, still in his gym clothes.
"Hey love, how ya doing?" he pulled you in a hug, squeezing you tightly. "I'm fine 'tsumu.., how bout you?" you hugged back, knowing well this would be your last hug. "Ya know, good als always." He smiled as he let go of you again. However, his smile faded upon seeing you nervously fiddling around with your hands. He raises an eyebrow. "What's wrong with ya? Yer nervous as hell."
You sigh loudly, trying to keep yourself from crying. "I.... I think we should break up." - "Yer not serious, right?" He's staring you down, his eyes clearly showing that he hoped for it to be just a silly joke. "I'm very serious Atsumu. I'm moving to Tokyo next week and you need to concentrate on your career anyway." He laughs out loud, he's not believing you one bit. "I've already talked about it with Kita and Suna. They're well aware of this." - " Tokyo or not, we'll still be able to date." You shake your head. God, you should've known this would happen. "No, Atsumu we can't." - " But we haven't even tried yet. How would ya know we wouldn't make it?" He said, his pleading eyes trying to read you. "We're done Atsumu Miya." And with that you turned away and just ran. You ran away from him and the fact you still loved him very dearly.
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6 years. It had been 6 years since you've moved to Tokyo. You've only kept contact with Suna and Kita, both of them still texting you regularly. Suna himself even moved to Tokyo, after joining a Volleyball Club within Tokyo, which led to you both meeting up regularly.
Outside of meeting your friends in your free time, you were working. A well paid job within a law firm and a nice apartment, which was close to Shinjuku. You were leading quite the normal life.
Until Suna asked you to join him at a party on a random Friday.
"You free after work?"
"Yeah I am Rin, why?"
"There is a party in Shinjuku, wanna join?"
"Do I have to?"
"Yes :) I'll pick you up at 8 p.m."
And with that, you knew you had no choice but to join Suna Rintarou to this party. You yourself weren't really into parties, however Suna always dragged you to go with him, since he didn't want to go alone.
So when you came back from work at 7 p.m. you took a quick shower and made sure you got ready by 8 p.m. And on 8 p.m. your doorbell rang, so you quickly grabbed your purse and ran to the door to open it. "Ready to go?" - " Good Evening to you too Rin, and yes, let me just put my shoes on!" you chuckle, grabbing your pretty black high heels. "I'm warning you, I'm NOT going to switch shoes with you again." - " Yeah yeah, don't worry. I'm not planing on staying for long anyway." He raises an eyebrow und holds your purse so you can put on your heels. Once you're finally ready, you take back your purse and both of you make your way towards the subway.
On the way to the club, both of you exchanged about your day. You exchanged some laughter and without really realizing, you had already arrived at the subway station. Within 10 minutes you had already made it to the doors of the club.
As you wanted to get in line, Suna grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the VIP entrance. And wishing seconds you were inside the club, marked as VIP guests with a wristband. "I keep forgetting you're quite the star within the Volleyball scene." He grins at you as the loud music surrounds you both. Without even telling you, he starts dragging you towards a lounge, solely reserved for VIP's. As you were let in, he starts looking around frantically.
You nudge him, letting him now you want to say something. He bends down, putting his ear towards your lips. "Looking for someone?" - "Yeah." he answers immediately. You thought it was just the two of you, however it turns out that he was dragging you to meet some friends of his with you.
Suna then seemed to have spotted the people he was looking for, which led to him dragging you towards a table with a few seats. They all greeted him with big grins. But before you could say anything, he pushed you forward, so you were able to see who was really sitting there. You greet them all kindly with a little bow, before your eyes met with dark brown eyes that you knew too well. Your smile immediately vanished.
It was none other than Atsumu Miya.
You froze in place, not really sure what to say. It has been 6 years since you've last seen Atsumu. This must've been some bad joke, you thought. Yes of course, Suna was trying to pull a mean joke on you, nothing else.
"You okay?" One of Suna's friends asked, pulling you back into the harsh reality. "Uh.. yeah!" You put on a forced smile, trying to hide behind Suna, but before you could do so, he disappeared to get all of you some drinks. Without any other choice left, you sit down as far away from Atsumu as possible. "I'm Bokuto!" One of Suna’s friends says. He was quite big and had a very well built body. His big eyes looked at you, while he flashed you a grin. "I'm Y/N." you answered, smiling slightly. The others also introduced themselves. So Sunas friends were called, Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama and Wakatoshi, and turns out they were all part of the Japanese national teams.
"I'm Atsumu. 'Tsumu for short." Atsumu said, shooting you a quick but forced smile. He was pretending to not know you.
Before any of this could get more awkward, Suna appeared with some drinks for everyone. Everyone grabbed a drink and that's when the conversations started to strike. Since it was your first time meeting them, besides Atsumu, you just sat there quietly listening here and there.
"What do you do for work?" Wakatoshi suddenly asked, looking at you quietly. "I'm a Lawyer!" you answered , smiling proudly of your profession. "Woahhh! No way!" Bokuto exclaimed excitedly while slapping Suna's back harshly. You chuckle lightly at Suna's slightly annoyed face. Atsumu looked at you, slightly amazed.
The conversations continued and you kept listening to them all. You definitely enjoyed your time there. Yet, after some time you just needed to get a drink by yourself at the bar, but to still be polite you asked everyone if they wanted a drink at the bar as well. They refused, so you made your way to the bar and sat down on a stool to order a drink.
However, you were disturbed by a male presence next to you. It was a man that seemed quite drunk. "Hey there cutie..." He smirked, watching you up and down. You just shook your head and ignored him. Giving him attention would only fuel his ego. Yet, ignoring him was not enough. He leaned closer towards you. "Oh come on... don't ignore me princess..." He groaned, totally frustrated. Glaring at him, you got up to see if there was another seat possible, but he grabbed you by your wrist. "Let go." you said. "Beg." He grinned disgustingly. You were aware, that he had no good intention with you.
Before anything could happen, someone appeared behind you. The presence strong and dangerous. "She said let go." Atsumu's voice rang in your ear. The man instantly let go, mumbling something incoherent. You looked up at Atsumu, who was watching the man disappear amidst the people. "Ya should be careful, ya know?" He said, sitting down where the man sat before. He watched you quietly, before nodding towards the seat, indicating for you to sit down next to him. And so you did.
Atsumu ordered you both a drink. You decided to stay quiet, not sure how to even talk to him after all that happened between the two of you. On top of that, you never talked again after the break up.
"How have ya been?" He asked you, breaking the silence. "Been well... what about you?" Nodding at your question he answers "Can't complain, 'm part of the national team after all." - " Congrats, by the way." you said, smiling sincerely this time. "Thanks." he replies, handing you your drink. You take a sip, making a face as you taste the strong alcohol within the drink.
He chuckles lightly, observing you from the side. "M glad Suna made me come today." He suddenly said, looking at his drink. " It feels good knowing yer doing well." His words took you by surprise. You were expecting everything but this.
Atsumu slightly smiled to himself, while taking a sip from his drink. "Atsumu..." - " I've thought of ya every day... just wishing ya would be doing well." He turns back to you with a big grin. " Ya should be thanking me!" This was all an act. You've known him long enough to know that something inside of him hurt.
"How 'bout we get some fresh air?"
And suddenly you both were sat outside, barely covered up in midst of the cold autumn night. You tried to warm yourself up by rubbing your arms, but it barely helped. "Here." He said, while wrapping his Jacket around you. "No, you'll be cold yourself." You say, taking off his jacket, but he immediately reacted wrapping it around you again. "Such a gentleman." you chuckle, wrapping his jacket around you tighter.
Like. every other night, Shinjuku was lively. Lots of people were walking past you, enjoying the night for the time being. You watched the people passing by, while holding on to Atsumu's jacket. "You've really become even prettier." You turn your head to him with flushed cheeks, you weren't sure whether it was because of the cold air or him.
"I.... I'm sorry for what happened 'Tsumu." You said quietly, looking at the ground. You were ashamed at how everything ended back then. "Don't apologize. It was my fault... I.. I was an asshole." He stuttered. "I shouldn't have pushed you away. I was just.... broken I suppose." - " I know Atsumu..." You whispered, sliding closer to him. "I was an asshole too. I should've tried to talk to you before even making such a harsh decision."
He shakes his head. "No..it was best for ya. See how successful you've become without me?" - "I would've been happier if you were with me." You didn't even mutter. It was the truth after all. Yes, you were successful but you were more than sure that you would have been happier on this journey if he would have been part of your life. But you had cut him out of it, out of stupidity.
He looked at you surprised. You knew he didn't expect an answer like this from you. But it was the harsh truth, even to you. "I never stopped loving you Atsumu. I was just... scared. Scared you'd leave me if I had said anything. I was scared of conflict." His eyes widened in shock while you tried to stop yourself from crying. It didn't work. Suddenly tears streamed down your face.
Atsumu immediately pulled you into a hug. "God no.... I would've never left ya love...!" He whispered while pulling you closer. You've never felt better before, it felt like you were home again. You've found your home within Atsumu again.
"I... I still love ya... and never stopped loving ya while ya were gone.. Ask 'Samu, he's heard all about it.. " he joked, laughing slightly while rubbing your back in a calming manner. A chuckle escape your lips.
You felt inner peace, as if you've been lost for an eternity and then finally finding back home. Your home was Atsumu and nothing else mattered to you at the moment.
You pulled away slightly, looking up at him. His cheeks were red and before you could make a funny remark, he placed a sweet but quick kiss on your lips.
"I see you two lovebirds have made up, hmm?" Suna was leaning against a wall, watching them with a big smirk on his face. "Oh shut up Rintarou!"
You were more than thankful that Rintarou dragged you here, if he hadn't, you wouldn't have found your home again.
