PAIRING: kyoutani kentarou x gender neutral reader
WORD COUNT: 0.7k
SUMMARY: you’re tired of the fights your boyfriend continuously gets himself into and this time you make sure to let him know
CONTENT / WARNINGS: angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of violence, mentions of injuries (very minor), mentions of blood (very minor)
NOTE: this is inspired by a conversation i had with a friend of mine about typical ‘bad boys’ in stories. very cliche, but i enjoyed myself and i hope you guys will too :)
You were way too quiet for Kyoutani’s liking.
His hissing and fidgeting with every dab on one of his many wounds and cuts didn’t even seem to faze you, your lips pulled in a line and your eyebrows nudged together in annoyance rather than concern. From the moment you opened your front door to see him standing there all cut and bruised up, to him sitting on the chair at your kitchen table had been filled with nothing more than your disappointed sighs and looks.
it's followed him from high school to where he is now, setter for the msby black jackals. the stories of fuckboy miya atsumu, sleeping around with anyone, with new scandals that started following each one which ended. no matter how far from the truth this public reputation was, it haunted him from his high school days right up until the present.
but his reputation changed the day he met you.
of course, the rumours did still follow him. if he were to look a little too long at the lady behind the bar or smile at a fan on the street, even that time he made the waitress laugh with his stupid joke on the jackal's end of season night out. the rumours and his playboy reputation settled, and all of a sudden his name didn't follow playboy.
he was loverboy miya atsumu.
after games, he'd be running to the court side to wrap his arms around you. he'd get distracted during his interviews if you were nearby, having to ask the interviewer to repeat the questions. he'd buy you flowers after fights and leave notes in with your lunch signed with small hearts at the end. he'd sleep on the floor of your room when you were mad at him because he didn't want you to sleep alone and he'd take you out for dinner every saturday night.
he was, to quote his captain, whipped for you.
for two years, he found his world revolving around you and every little thing you'd do. he would watch whatever shows or movies you'd like to whether or not he understood what was going on. he loved when you bleached his hair for him and even somehow made the best of the time you tried to cook your own roast dinner and started a fire (only a small fire!) in the kitchen.
but one day all his gifts stopped. his notes to you became shorter and ended with his name. he'd work on saturdays or go out with his team, leaving you sitting alone in the restaurant and promising the waiter that he'd be there soon, that he's running late.
by the time your three year anniversary came around, you didn't bother booking anywhere for dinner because you knew atsumu's negligence of you wouldn't allow him to remember the occasion, let alone show up.
you were tired. you'd still go to his games but he wouldn't look at you in the seat still kept reserved for you, he would run and hug you after the game, he wouldn't take you to the celebratory dinner nor talk about you in the interviews.
no, his eyes were somewhere else. you weren't sure of it at the time, not until you saw it for yourself.
you wanted to be sick, seeing atsumu in the bed you shared with him every night with his arms around another woman beneath the sheets, disembodied sounds filling the room you slept in every night for the last two and a half years.
it hurt more that you didn't receive an apology.
it hurt knowing that the warnings you received from both your friends and his that he's never committed to much except volleyball were true, that you weren't the exception everybody thought you were.
all you got from him was your stuff packed in a few suitcases with a note stuck on top telling you to return your key to osamu.
autumn's note: i really don't agree with the whole "atsumu's a fuckboy" headcanon but i had this idea and was like oh damn this is a good one and he was the only one i though fitted with it
( requested by @assjuice4ever ) Can I ask a sequel to the Atsumu angst cheater from his point of view where he regrets cheating on the reader?
part one
miya atsumu's reputation was the most important thing to him for most of his life.
he thinks it's because of osamu. not directly, but just a sort of outcome of a constant comparison to his twin brother. he's his own person, a good person. of course he would have an occasional one night stand (because, let's face it, who didn't?), and his occasional girlfriends would normally only last a few weeks, but that's because they just weren't right for him. he felt no connection, so he just did what would be best: break it off, avoid stringing them along like his tainted reputation had him seeming like.
the last game of the season, the msby black jackals won three of five rounds against the schweiden adlers. they went out for their celebratory meal and the same 5-star restaurant they would eat at after every win they had, ordering the most expensive things on the menu because they had just won and they deserved the best they could get.
that's where miya atsumu met you, standing behind him clutching onto a small notepad to take down the team's orders. the warm smile you wore the whole night long, even when he made the same horrible jokes he always would all night long, it never faltered once. the thing that pushed him to ask you out on a date, however, was when he overheard you asking one of the other waitresses who they all were. because you had no idea who any of the volleyball players were, atsumu deduced that you had no idea of his reputation, and you would be more likely to agree to go out with him.
looking back on it now, he realises maybe he should have told you from the beginning how everyone saw him. it all could have ended up differently.
oh how he wished it ended it differently
you gave him the best two years of his life. he'd tell his family how he adored you, how whenever he hears a love song on the radio, no matter how awfully cringy it was, his mind would take him back to thinking about you. he recalls the way you looked at him when, after only a few months of dating, he gave you a key to his house. he remembers the way you stared, asked him if he's sure, how it's a big step. he thinks about how if he had waited, if he hadn't moved so fast, maybe it would be different. he still doesn't regret it.
he doesn't remember why he started to pay less attention to you. he didn't stop caring, if he did then he would be at some bar or out with his team rather than sitting alone in his spare room, scrolling through his realtor's website in search of a new house, one that isn't drowning him in memories of you. if he wanted something more from you, he would have said, but he never had to because you gave him everything he could have asked for and more.
you were perfect, and loverboy miya atsumu was in way over his head.
he doesn't remember most of the night it all fell apart. the hours between nine o'clock (his arrival at the bar with his brother) and two in the morning (seconds before you opened the door to your shared bedroom of sixteen months) to him are a regretful blur of colours and shapes that he can't unscramble, no matter how many people he asks.
atsumu can't forget the look you had on your face. it was the first time he looked at you and couldn't read your expression.
he wishes you had done something that night. he wishes you'd have yelled at him, hit him, whatever you could have done to make him realise sooner what he was throwing away by getting into bed with some random woman he had known for an entire five minutes beforehand. he wishes he had done something other than watch you leave. he wishes he had followed you down the street, run after you and started yelling. he wishes he had told you all of the cliché's that he wanted to. he wishes he had the courage to meet you in person and tell you everything the way you deserved.
he wishes he hadn't been so deep in his guilt to miss the way he was throwing away everything he had hoped the future for the two of you had held.
because maybe if he had done any one of these things differently, maybe he wouldn't be placing a deposit on a larger house on the other side of the city just to get away from the memories of you that haunt him even after three months.
he just hopes that the man he saw you with in the restaurant you used to work in is making you as happy as you made him.
because miya atsumu and his reputation surely couldn't make you as happy as you made him.
tags: mdni, fem!reader, breeding kink, dacryphilia, lactation kink is alluded to in one sentence
word count: 0.8k
notes: this is part of my new year event!
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"gonna cum inside you," bokuto groans, deep and guttural, while his hips rut against your own aggressively. tears of overstimulation are rolling down your cheeks; he's already gotten you off three times so far and hasn't slowed down once. your pussy's creaming just the way he likes around his fat cock, getting him messy and filling the room with the sound of skin on skin. "wanna fill you up, wanna fuck a baby into you."
your mouth hangs open in a silent moan as you nod desperately. he shifts the angle of his hips, nailing the spongey bundle of nerves inside you with each drag of his cock now. his heavy balls are slapping against your ass with each pump of his hips, your slick smearing against his skin and your own.
he swings one of your legs over his broad shoulder, allowing him to sink flush against you and put more power behind each thrust. it has your eyes screwing shut in pleasure, his own following suit as you grow even tighter around him, even with how long he's been fucking you for.
he tosses his head back with a moan, always so loud the longer he spends inside you. you watch as his adam's apple bobs in his throat before he's staring back down at you with steely determination in his eyes, resolved to get you off one last time before he worried about himself.
his pelvis is grinding against your clit every time he fucks into you and it has your stomach knotting before you know it, pushed right back to the edge like you weren't still recovering from your third orgasm of the night.
"oh my god— bo, 'm gonna cum again, can't," you're babbling incoherently, not even sure yourself what you were trying to say as he fucked you dumb.
your leg slips from his shoulder to the crook of his elbow, where he's resting on a thick forearm to hold his weight off of you. his free hand roams down to your needy clit, ignoring your cries as he circles it eagerly, taking in every single one of your reactions.
"y'gonna cum all over me one last time? get me all messy?" he sounds so hungry for it, coming in to kiss you while you grab hold of his shoulders to steady yourself. it was sloppy, spit-slicked and tasted like your tears, but that only made it hotter for him — the fact that he was fucking you so good that all you could do was lay there and cry as you took it.
you cum with a strangled gasp into his mouth and he fucks you through it eagerly, shuddering at the feeling of your cunt clamping down on him like a vice while you whimper out his name.
he holds out while you ride it out, thumb still working diligently across your clit before you have to swat it away with a weak cry as the pleasure shifts to pain, the puffy bud too sensitive now.
"shh, just take it, baby, 'm almost there," he rasps, wiping his thumb through the tears falling down your cheeks. he's still holding himself up on his right arm when he moves his left hand down to push on your stomach, right over where his cockhead was kissing your cervix. "y'need me to cum in here, don't you? fill you up until it's dripping out of you?"
you nod, moaning shamelessly at his words. he brings his hand back up to your tits, thumbing at one of your peaked nipples while he looks earnestly into your teary eyes.
"want me to make these all heavy with milk, right? get 'em leaking 'til you're begging me to help you out with 'em?"
you're wide-eyed from his dirty talk as you nod desperately. "bo, please, need— n-need you to cum for me."
"god, you're gonna be even sexier when you have that glow," he whimpers, head dropping down to kiss a trail down your throat before biting down by your collarbones, sucking a mark into your skin while his hips stutter — and then he's finally cumming.
he lets your leg on his arm fall back down to the mattress and you hold him close to you while he fills you up, one arm wrapped around his back while the other is on the back of his head. you grab a handful of hair and pull his mouth off your collarbone and back to your lips, kissing him tenderly.
you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in even closer and he grabs at your hips, angling them up so that he was cumming as deep inside of you as he could.
each pulse of his shaft inside you has you shuddering, pussy leaking around him as he stuffs you full to the brim. you break the kiss to catch your breath and take in his appearance. his hair's wilder than usual and his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, while his whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion.
"i love you." he says it with a boyish smile, all teeth as he watches you like you hung the universe. "can't wait to have a little family with you."
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iwaizumi hajime is just effortlessly sexy, and he doesn't even know it. he has no idea what his labored breath and the sweat shining on his forehead after his morning run does to you. he's completely oblivious as to how his shirt rides up when he stretches his arms up, and reveals enough of his happy trail to have you staring in such an obvious way.
but there's a few times when he knows he's just giving off sexuality. like when he's knuckles deep in your cunt and looking up at you with those intent eyes of him, thinking of all the lewd things he wants to do to you. or when his fingers are entwined with your own and pushing your hand further into the mattress next to your head, and the pace of his hips against your own is just enough to have you writhing and cumming around him in a few minutes.
in conclusion, iwaizumi is so hot, whether that be on purpose or accidental.
This is what I had originally planned for the story, but soon you'll realize why I didn't push through with this version.
Epilogue (Of this version), Other version (?)
Angst Medieval AU & Alchemy (?)
Learning to love your arranged husband hurts when he learned to love another. So what do you do? Ask for a love potion to be made.
word count : 4k+
warning(s): n/a (if you find something that needs a warning, pls inform me!)
People always tell me how lucky I was to be married to Prince Atsumu Miya. But oh how wrong they were. Sure, I was his wife, but he had another. One that was beautiful. Eyes shining like diamonds and hair soft like silk. Meanwhile, my eyes were described as ‘dim’, and my name wasn’t something to be remembered. The only thing I did that was memorable was give bread to the poor. Sure, it might be an honorable trait, but let's be real, nobody wanted a simple girl from the village who was willing to volunteer at charities, but everybody wanted a woman whose beauty was beyond comparison. Oh, how cruel. To be frowned upon by something that wasn't mine to control.
Be as smart or as kind as you can be, but without the factor of beauty, no one would spare a glance at you. That’s what I’ve learned in the past year of living in a loveless marriage. I don't even know when the last time my husband talked to me. Heck, I don't know when the last time he looked at me!
When I entered this marriage years ago, albeit neither of us wanted this, I thought that we'd both eventually learn to love each other. It's such a shame only I had learned to love him, and he had learned to love another.
Never did I expect this. I thought that maybe, just maybe he'd love us both equally and we'd all get along fine. It wasn't my first choice nor was it an option at all until the situation came along. He married her. It was a much grander wedding than we had, but it didn't entirely matter to me. The next few days and nights passed by and not a glance from him. His eyes were always on her. Every breakfast picnic they had at the palace gazebo, every time he introduced her to nobles in galas, every smile he had plastered on his face all reminded me how unhappy I've been. Living in a big castle, married to one of the most powerful men in the kingdom, yet spending days and nights all alone, saying 'I love you's when he can't hear while he's saying it to someone else.
His other wife didn't even do anything wrong, yet I can't help but hate and be envious of her by simply existing. Every time I've interacted with her, she's done nothing but smile back at me. The only time I've only talked to her is when we bump into each other in the hallways. Other than that, nothing. It seems to me that she doesn't entirely care about my presence, but I do. I've learned to hate mirrors or anything that shows me my reflection. Constantly avoiding anything that told me that I could never look like her, be like her.
It was torture. My mother taught me to love unconditionally. But how can I love someone unconditionally, yet hate myself? I tried to fight off those negative voices that told me he'd never love me if I never love myself. Maybe, just maybe, I can fill that hole in my heart if other people loved me.
This castle always felt so gray. I can clearly see the tiredness in the eyes of the maids despite them smiling when they bow before us. After all, it takes one to know one. It made me feel worse to see these people look so down and not one of the nobles tried to lift the burden of their shoulders since it was taboo among the rich and powerful. But that didn't stop me. Nobody knows who I am anyway, so why would they care?
Every morning, I'd greet the maids good morning before offering them part of what I had for breakfast that day. I'd go around the castle doing my duties with a smile on my face and when I would witness one of the staff make a mistake I'd only tell them that I'll keep it a secret. I'd secretly pass dessert to the knights on their shifts when no one was looking, especially during galas. I'd pass through the kitchen and ask to taste whatever the chefs were cooking up and always tell them my honest opinion. Sometimes, I'd even pass by Atsumu, yet I never got a reply back when I talked to him or offered him help. At the end of the day, I'd greet everyone good night before retreating to my quarters.
Yet no matter what, no matter how many people I reach out to, it wasn't enough. It just felt different if the person who you loved, loved you back. No amount of respect or friends can amount to finding someone who'd treasure you with nothing but pure love.
One particular night, I found myself on the sidelines of a gala. By myself as always, while the guests were busy fawning around Prince Atsumu and his gorgeous wife. The only ones to ever take notice of me were the castle staff, as part of their responsibilities, served and treated me with respect, other times I would strike up a conversation with them, getting to know the staff around here makes me feel less lonely. It was nice to know not the entire world had rejected me.
"Your highness" Lydia, one of the new maids, bowed and greeted me before offering a drink. I can see how nervous she was from how she shakily handled the tray of drinks, afraid that she would accidentally spill the contents to a noble's expensive attire. I smiled at her and took a glass. She walked away, going to serve other guests, however, the tray of glass had slipped from her grip and I heard a gasp from in front of me. A woman of the nobility, shocked from the feeling of liquid on her and her beautiful and definitely expensive gown.
"I-I'm sorry," My eyes darted to where that voice belonged to. Lydia was on the ground holding her tray, with cuts forming from broken glass shards, her eyes filled with tears and widened in fear. "You spiteful brat!" The noble yelled, "Look what you did to my dress! I'll have your head for this!"
Her outrage caused heads to turn in our direction. Eyes looking at the young maid which made her tear up even more. Before I knew it, my legs had moved and stopped until I blocked the noblewoman’s angry gaze towards Lydia.
With my hand outstretched to shield Lydia from anymore yelling, I stood my ground against the noblewoman. The noblewoman was shocked to see me block her from potentially hurting the young girl, and now directed her anger at me. "And who do you think you are? This disgrace should pay for my gown." She pointed to Lydia, who was peeking from behind me. "You!" She pointed to me and yelled with a voice like a foghorn. The nearby watchers, which included Atsumu and his other wife, could only stare at the commotion in shock.
"You must be the head maid. Your fellow maid should work day and night to pay for my expensive gown. But seeing how clumsy she can get, you're better off just banning her from the castle ever again." I wanted to yell back and tell her she wasn't being fair to Lydia or to me by assuming I work in the castle, but if I were to prove that I wasn't on the same level as her, I took a deep breath and spoke with as much courage I could muster.
"You have no right to talk to me or to our staff like that. Neither should you treat her nor anyone like you're better than them because you weren't the one who worked day and night to get where you are today." My voice was starting to shake but I don't know whether it was from nervousness or anger but I continued to speak even as I could see two figures from the corner of my eye draw closer, probably to stop the commotion. "It was an accident! If you can't see past that and forgive someone for accidentally spilling a drink on the dress you clearly can afford again, then I suggest you leave and rethink about how you're living your life."
I wanted to say more but the two figures from before finally arrived and blocked me from saying anything else. To my surprise, it was the golden couple who came to my rescue. Or so I thought.
Atsumu stopped me from talking by blocking me from the noblewoman and led me away towards the doors of the ballroom while his other wife tried to calm the noblewoman down with her flawless smile and charm.
"How dare she talk to me in that manner! Who was that anyway?" I could hear the noblewoman as she asked Atsumu's other wife, who hesitantly responded with "She's Prince Atsumu's first wife." Once those words left her lips, it spread like wildfire as every guest in the room started whispering amongst themselves and looked my way with disgust. I could only look down at my feet in embarrassment until Atsumu and I eventually got out of the ballroom and into an empty study.
"How dare I? How dare she!" I said out loud as soon as I entered the study, but the loud boom of the doors closing had stopped me from talking any further. I looked towards Atsumu, only to see him fuming.
"What do you think you were doing?" He said. I didn't reply, afraid of how he would react if as much as a sound escaped my lips. "You should've just left the situation alone, nobody told you to step in and act like the hero, now look what happened!"
"Atsumu, you don't understand, that woman shouldn't have-"
"No, you don't understand!" He pointed an accusing finger at me, "Now everybody knows how you're related to me. Do you understand how this could ruin my reputation?"
I can't believe the words that are leaving his lips right now. "This isn't about you, Atsumu. Do you not care about how your guests have treated the staff? Much less how they've treated me? You're the heir to the throne for spirit's sake! You should've handled this situation maturely regardless of what happens to your reputation. It's your job as future King!"
"I don't know how to be a King!" He yelled with all his might, before turning away from me and learning on a desk with his arms supporting his weight. Silence ensued before he spoke again. This time with a shaky voice. "I don't know if I can handle all the responsibilities, all the decisions. I'm not ready yet."
My eyes softened. All the years I've known my husband, I definitely haven't seen this side of him. I don't know if anyone has. Everytime I have looked at him before this encounter, all I saw was the rising heir to the throne with a smile always adorned on his face. Little did I know all the insecurities he's hidden underneath.
I walked towards him slowly, with arms reaching out to help him. Even if he hasn't shown the same kind of care I showed him now, love knows no bounds.
"Atsumu," I said with no reply except soft whimpers that couldn't be heard if it weren't this quiet. "Oh, Atsumu. You don't have to carry this burden all alone." I slowly put my hand on his shoulder, "Please, do know that when I say that I am here to help, I mean it. Anytime, even if it's in the early hours, just call me and I will be there for you. As your wife, I should be there beside you to support you every step of the wa-"
But I was cut off once again, my hand was roughly shoved off, and all I can see is Atsumu's brown eyes staring back into my own with nothing but disgust and hatred.
"I don't want your help." His cold voice echoed throughout the room. All his words were laced with venom. "You think you're some saint sent by the Heavens, always trying to help everyone around you when really, no one needs you." I could feel my heart crack after every word he said and it hurt so much. "You don't help anyone here, you just give everyone more work to do. Especially me! Ever since you first stepped past those doors, I've had so much more to do. And you think you'll make it better by telling me 'you'll be here If I need you'," I was speechless and was trying my best not to let the tears run down my face, but it was getting harder and harder to do so with every word he spoke. "Well guess what! I don't need your help. Just as I don't need you." Without another word, he left me to pick up the pieces of my heart in the dark and empty study.
Was it too much? Was it too much to ask to just be wanted? It's all I just want now. More than grand palaces and endless riches. I just want your eyes on me for once.
My head hung low and I decided to call it a day. But I couldn't go to sleep that night. All my insecurities flooded my thoughts and tears kept welling up in my eyes and flooded down my face like a waterfall. His last words towards me kept ringing in my head like a broken record and the only way to make it stop was to come to the realization that he won't ever look at me with softness in his eyes.
If he couldn't love me, then there is only one way.
The next day I found myself climbing up the stairs to the alchemist's lab with a potion book in hand. I knocked slowly on the door, hoping to have a word with him and convince him to make a potion for me.
"What can I do for you, your grace," He greeted with a bow. I could only smile back and asked if I could enter his lab. He had agreed and I entered the room with shelves stocked with jars filled with various ingredients, multiple cauldrons bubbling until the concoction spilled on the floor. All of this gave me hope. Maybe he can brew this potion for me.
"Do you take potion requests?" I asked, a little bit embarrassed of what I wanted from him. He looked a bit skeptical which made me even more nervous and embarrassed. "What exactly do you need, your grace?"
With that, I held up the potion book, pointing to the page with the potion on it. His eyes scanned the page before asking, "A love potion?"
"Precisely," He thinks to himself for a bit, before he asks me, "Are you sure about this? There are other ways-"
"Yes, I'm sure," I cut him off before he could continue because if I didn't, he would've told me to not give up on Atsumu. And that would've given me hope. A hope that was false and foolish.
.
After last night, news of my association with Atsumu spread out throughout the Kingdoms. He informed me that I should stay within the walls of my bedroom to avoid being recognized, but it was more like he was embarrassed of me. So much for trying to help him when all I got in return was a shattered heart.
A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Come in!" and entered Lydia, pushing a tray cart with today's breakfast. "Your highness," she bowed before leaving the tray cart beside my bed where I lay.
She started to walk away but I stopped her, wanting company during breakfast. "Lydia, wait," She turned to look at me, "Stay here for a while?"
"Y-Your grace, I coul-couldn't possibly,"
"It's alright, no one comes in here to check, they won't find out,"
She reluctantly nodded her head before moving towards me. Unaware of what to do, she awkwardly stands beside my bed. I could only chuckle before informing her it was alright to sit on my bed and take anything to eat from the tray cart.
"Why ask me to stay, m'lady?" She says while munching on an apple slice.
"I just wanted company. Breakfast gets dull when I'm eating alone.And please, when it's just the two of us, feel free to call me (Y/N),"
The conversation continued from there. Lydia was starting to feel more comfortable and soon both us were sharing stories of happiness and sometimes of grief to each other. Finally accompanied, not alone, in this giant castle.
"Honestly, working in the castle is a dream come true, but sometimes I do miss village life." Lydia recalls the times she would watch the village children play games while hanging laundry or preparing the shop in the morning before a busy day.
"I miss the village too," I dreamily sigh, also recalling better times back at the small house I used to live in before I lost it all in this castle. "You ever wish to go back sometimes, even if it was just for a second, to visit the streets and just soak in the tranquility of the town?"
"I don't have to wish for it m'lady, I just sneak out sometimes," Lydia laughs while my eyes widen as an idea pops in my head. "Yo-You sneak out of here?"
Lydia begins to nervously look away, as if she got too comfortable and what she had said would get her in trouble. I had noticed this and reassured her quickly, "Lydia, don't worry, you aren't in trouble, I'm just wondering if maybe you could show me and we could sneak out together,"
"But wouldn't that get you and I in trouble if we get caught, (Y/N)?"
I smiled, "Like I said, no one checks in here for me, we can sneak out and no one will know." Quickly, I stood up and started to think of a plan, "You just have to let me borrow one of your uniforms, and make sure we get out right when the guards switch shifts."
I turned to face Lydia, who thought about it too and agreed since it was the least she could do in exchange for the impact (Y/N) is in her life.
And so it began, the day we planned to leave for a few hours has come and we carefully walked along the palace halls avoiding the gaze of the guards and maids in the way and quickly slipped to the back of the kitchen where ingredients were currently being shipped in. Quickly grabbing empty food crates, we made their way to the gate, giggling to each other about how we'd spend the few hours outside the castle. Maybe by visiting the bakery? Old friends' house? Parents' house?
Unfortunately, our conversation was cut short when a guard stopped in front of us. "Where are you two ladies headed?" the guard had asked, looking suspiciously at both of them. I opted to look away, in fear of being recognized and sent back to her room. Lydia took the initiative to speak and cover for the both of us.
"To get more ingredients for the kitchen. The head chef is making more recipes that he'd like to perfect and serve in the upcoming gala."
The guard was still skeptical after this response and looked at me, who was looking away, "A little nervous, lass?" I nodded quickly and Lydia could see that. In an instant she pleaded the guard to let us through but he refused, informing them that he would take us in for further questioning, until I finally looked up at him.
"Please," I said, the knight was astonished to see her here, eyes widening at my presence, "Please sir, just this once, before I get sent back to the castle, let me see the village one more time." eyes staring into the knight's, pleading to be let go just this once.
He sighed, "Follow me." Lydia and I looked at each other, confused, but nonetheless, followed the knight as he led us outside the gates and on the path towards the village.
Once we realized this, we excitedly thanked the knight for not only letting us go, but also escorting them outside the castle safely.
"Thank you so much, but you didn't have to go the extra mile and walk us out here," I said. The knight could only smile before responding.
"It's the least I could do after all the times you've helped me, your grace." He bowed, bid us goodbye and left us to ponder over his words.
The rest of the day was spent around the village, reminiscing about the times of the past where present problems weren't existent yet. Telling childhood stories about running around with our friends and getting in trouble once mother sees how dirty our clothes were.
As much as we wanted to stay in the town a little bit longer, time wasn't on our side. The sun was about to set and it was time to head back to the castle before night.
The walk was slow. We wanted to stay a little bit longer but then leave before night comes and this was the best solution we could come up with.
"Well, back to the castle we go, m'lady," Lydia's eyes stared at the castle as it looked bigger after every step she took. "Yeah, although I wish I could return soon," I smiled before laughing as an idea popped in my head, "Maybe run away so I don't have to go back to the castle,"
Lydia laughed along before I spoke again, "You know what the crazy thing is? It's something I'd actually do,"
Once back at the castle, back to the room I go. The next few days were agonizingly slow, although the alchemist had informed me that the potion was close to being finished. Everyday, the walls of my room are all I could see waking up until I fell asleep and I was running out of ideas on how to get rid of my boredom. It didn't help that Lydia was getting busier and busier as the next extravagant gala draws closer each day.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, Atsumu grew restless, still under fire after last gala's shocking news spread throughout the kingdoms and the upcoming one didn't help either.
He opted to clear his head by taking a walk around the castle and get some fresh air and time to think.
As he was walking along the halls, he heard a boom along with a few curses coming from the alchemist's lab. Curious, he made his way up the stairs and in front of the door to the lab.
Before he could knock, the door had opened and out came smoke and the alchemist coughing loudly.
Once the alchemist noticed the crowned prince standing in front of him, he straightened up and bowed while greeting him, albeit his words weren't audible due to the coughing.
The alchemist's lab was never full of loud noises and clouds of smoke since the alchemist inside usually works on medicine and potions he has already created before. Was he experimenting on something new? The prince's curiosity prompted him to ask.
"Yes, your highness, I've been making a new potion per request of Lady (Y/N)," Atsumu's eyes narrowed at the mention of her name, "What potion did she want?"
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The sudden opening of the door and Atsumu's loud voice startled me, "Are you serious right now?"
I only stared at him in confusion before he spoke again, "A love potion? How desperate can you get?"
Oh. That.
"Atsumu, it isn't-"
"You're just so desperate for my attention you'd get a love potion? What is wrong with you!" Insult after insult laced with nothing but venom was shot at me. He didn't even let me speak, always interrupting before I could finish a sentence.
"And for what? For money? For Power? Were you trying to climb to the top from the start? Is that it?"
"N-No, of course not. Why would you-"
"Then what? What for, (Y/N)? Answer me!"
"The potion wasn't for you!"
Silence ensued as he stared at me, eyes widened. Why does he care what I do with my life? I don't have an answer.
In confusion and rage, he left. Leaving me to ponder over what just occurred. That potion was not made for him. I never intended to use it that way. Even if I had used it the way I wanted to, it would've been useless in this environment. So I arranged to leave.
With the help of Lydia and the guard from the day we went to visit the village, albeit they were both hesitant at first, I prepared to go far away. To enjoy a life that was finally mine to live.
The night of my departure had finally arrived and I couldn't tell if I was happy to leave or not. The lovely people I've met here, I will surely miss. The pain and the tears however, I can live without.
With one last note I've left on the desk as well as the empty potion vial, I disappeared into the night, leaving castle life behind and into a newly found freedom.
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I apologize for leaving so abruptly and with no warning. But I hope you understand why I left – To save the Prince's name and to find myself.
To Prince Atsumu,
I'm sorry for the pain I've caused and I assure you, it won't happen again. That potion we argued about, it was not meant for you. It never was. That potion was for me, since I realized that you would never love me, I had to learn to love myself.
I wish you the best,
(Y/N)
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Atsumu reads the lines over and over again, as if something would happen if he kept rereading it. Something. Anything. Anything that would give him a clue as to where you are. As to what place are you brightening up after you left the castle to become gray again. After you left him to ponder over how much you actually you made the castle's staff work easier, how much your opinions on food made everything taste better, and how, even if he didn't ask for it, you lifted some of the burden of Atsumu's shoulders. And now, even months after your departure, he had no leads to guide him to you. He couldn't find you to say he was sorry and that he was wrong. He did need you, and now he was suffering without you.
Check out the Epilogue (Of this version) & Other version (?)
This happens after the Original version. (Other version?)
Angst! Medieval AU
It's been years. Finally, he has a way to find you.
word count: 2.3k+
warnings: n/a (but if there's anything you think that needs a warning, lemme know!)
It had been years. Years since you had left. Left to find your happy ending. Left the castle to go back to being gray. Left Atsumu to ponder over his actions.
And over those years, he realized more and more that you may have been always the side character in his story, but goodness, the impact you left on not only him, but to the entire castle as well was enormous. The whole atmosphere of the castle turned back to being dull and lifeless. The maids stopped smiling so much and they looked more scared, especially when they make a mistake. With your suggestion towards the food the chefs make, whenever someone would take a bite, it would just reminded them of you. This is what you thought tasted delicious. This is what you suggested the chefs add slightly more pepper to.
Your room looked the same as the day you left, except for when Atsumu would rummage through it, trying to find even the smallest clue to where you went and where you are now. If you were alive or if you were...no, it couldn't happen. If he found you again after all these years and you were gone, he wouldn't know what to do.
After spending so much time in your room almost everyday, he's learned so much about you. But he wants to know more. He wants to hear it from your own lips. He knows that you liked food with a specific taste from the chefs, but he wants to know what specific food is your favorite from you. He knows that sometimes you enjoy spending time in the garden from the gardeners, but he wants to know what your favorite flower is from you. He knows you loved him from the notes you left behind, but he wants to know if you still loved him from you.
How far did you travel from the castle? How have you been? How you manage to make everyone's day brighter even by just walking through the door? Would you still choose him?
He wanted to know it all.
You weren't just some simple girl from the village who's willing to volunteer at charities. You were full of stories, of experiences, of treasure within. Like a treasure chest, only Atsumu didn't have the map to.
Where were you? He could only ask.
Would fate ever bring you back together? He could only hope.
Until one day, when a misplaced letter landed in the hands of Atsumu, he could finally be one step closer to finding you.
"Where was this letter sent from?" He asked Lydia, the recipient of said letter. "I don't know, your grace. "Lady (Y/N) never specified where she'd go."
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Lydia's eyes widened. "Your majesty, I am telling you nothing but the truth, Lady (Y/N) never told me, before she left or even in those letters, where she is." Atsumu grits his teeth in frustration. If the girl didn't talk, then this letter is useless. "Fine, if you won't be useful, then it's best you pack your things and leave as soon as possible." Lydia couldn't believe her ears. Working here was a dream come true, but now it was taken from her by a complete misunderstanding. So she tried reasoning with him.
"Yo-Your majesty, I would never l-lie to you. I have no idea of Lady (Y/N)'s whereabouts, she never told me then nor now, all I know is that she's settled do-" The tears wouldn't stop coming. How would her parents react if she returned home with all her belongings by order of the crowned King, himself. And he can see that. The tears that are running down her face like a waterfall.
It reminded him of you.
It reminded him of the night he broke you, and the night he accused you of trying to get him to fall for you using a love potion. And he promised himself he would change. This was not changing. Would you take him back if you knew he fired your closest friend in the castle?
He put his hand up to stop Lydia from saying more. "I am sorry. I shouldn't have done something so irrational. Don't pack your bags, your work here isn't over." He turned around so she wouldn't see him trying to hold back tears. "Dismissed."
The relief Lydia felt couldn't be described by words. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" She bowed to pay respect and left without another word.
And back to square one. Atsumu grabbed the letter and reread it for the nth time, but nothing came into mind. All the descriptions you wrote were vague and could mean anything. The only thing he could do now was hope the post office could provide information on where this letter came from. And provide they did. Turns out you were hiding right beneath his nose, in a neighboring village not too far from the kingdom he ruled. As soon as he heard the information, he set out with his men immediately to said village with your picture in his hands and hope in his heart. Hope to find you and hope to get you back.
The moment he set foot in the small village, he began asking the townsfolk if they've seen you, often getting irritated by how they were bowing instead of answering his question immediately. Until one woman directed him towards a small house nearby and informed him that's where you live.
This is it.
He found you.
Slowly, he walked up the steps and to the door, heart pounding so loud, he could hear it.
He wondered, were you really here? How have you been? How would you react once you see him? Would you take him back? His train of thought got cut when he heard the distant cry of a baby and he realized, the only way he would find out is if he finally knocked on the door.
1, 2, 3.
His anxiety skyrocketed with every knock and when he heard footsteps approaching closer and closer, he felt like his heart was about to pop right out of his chest.
The door finally opened and there stood you.
Leaving did you good. You looked well, looked bright and overall looked happier, but once your eyes recognized the man in front of you, they widened and you subconsciously took a step back. Both of you stood there for a second, not knowing what to do nor what to say until you nervously bowed in front of him and he finally made the decision to talk. But he didn't know what to say. Before coming here, there were a million and three things he planned to say to you, but he was speechless once he actually saw you.
"I-" But this time, you cut him off. "Your majesty, I think you've got the wrong house," and tried to close the door on him, not caring how disrespectful that looked to anyone watching. However, Atsumu wedged his foot between the door and the doorframe in time, preventing you from closing the door. "(Y/N), please." He tried looking at you through the gap between the door and the doorframe, but you refused to look him in the eyes and only tightened your grip on the door.
"(Y/N)," He said again, in a softer tone. You could only close your eyes and try to push the door even though it was useless until another voice stopped you.
"Darling? Who's at the door?"
Atsumu's eyes widened. Darling? Who is calling you darling? He looked at you for an answer but you were busy replying a "No one, love!" to who was calling you and stepped outside before closing the door.
Now it was just you and Atsumu. "Wh-who was that?" He said as he saw you move towards the railing, laying your arms to rest on it. He saw this as his cue to move next to you. Again, he asked, "Who was that," You stayed quiet for a moment, pondering whether you should tell the truth, lie, or cover it up. But knowing Atsumu, he'd try to find out the truth no matter how much you lie or cover it up.
"My husband. Not that it concerns you." He could feel shivers crawl up his spine at how cold your tone is. He felt small at how tall you built the walls around yourself, scared to ask another question. "Husband?"
"Yes." Your eyes never even glanced at him the whole time he was there, while his eyes were always on you. "Whe-When did you get married?"
"That's none of your business," He took a deep breath. Over the previous years, he imagined what the scenario would be when you two meet again. None of it was like this. Where you were the one who was cold and he was the one suffering from the cold. He was completely unprepared.
"Why?"
"You married another," Your eyes closed before they opened again. This time, looking towards him. "Why can't I?" He didn't know what to say. You looked away again and it was silent, until you finally asked, "Why are you really here Atsumu?"
He took another deep breath and looked at you, "I'm sorry. I should have treated you better. Not just treat you as a human being, but as my wife. I-I didn't realize until you left that you've done more to help in the few years we've been married than I have my entire life." He tried to read the expression on your face, but your face only remained expressionless.
"I'm sorry. I really am and-and I want you to come back. We all do. I-I'll do anything, I promise. I'll arrange another wedding ceremony for us. One that will be so grand, history will never forget. I'll be the first person you'll see in the morning and the last person you'll see before you fall asleep. I'll treat you better, I swear on my whole life just please. Please come back."
He waited for your response and hoped that you would agree. After a while, you turned your body towards him. "Didn't you hear me earlier? I am happily married here." You started walking past him and to the front door of your house. But Atsumu wouldn't give up. He grabbed your arm before you could reach the door. "You can bring him along, we'll take care of both of your needs and wants. And-and if anyone judges, I'll see to it that they will be dealt with."
With a sigh you turned back and faced him. But before you could say anything, he said, "(Y/N), please," with so much desperation it shocked you. He slowly raised his hand to cup your face and leaned in close. You could see the desperation and fear behind his eyes from how close he was. With lips just a breath away from one another, he whispered softly, "Please come back,"
He closed his eyes and was about to lean forward, but you pulled away from his grasp and turned your face away from him. "Atsumu, if my ring and letter on the table weren't enough to tell you I called it quits on our marriage, then what will it take?" You pulled your arm from his grasp and looked at his dejected expression. "Growing up, you've never known what it's like to not get what your heart so desires. Let this be a lesson for you: Don't take what you're given for granted and don't treat anyone the way you've treated me."
A familiar cry of a baby tore your attention away from him and the sound of your husband's worried voice calling, "Uh, Darling? I need your expertise here!" had you running back into your house, close the door, and leave Atsumu for the last time.
Atsumu, a feared King, stayed standing there, defeated and replaying the events from earlier until his curiosity got the best of him. He turned around and started walking to the side of your house where he could hear two voices: Yours and your husband's. There, he spotted a window, which he later wished he didn't. There stood you, laughing at your husband, who hurriedly placed your crying baby in your arms. Once settled in, you rocked your baby back and forth, trying to soothe its cries and occasionally kissing the top of its head until it eventually stopped crying and fell asleep listening to your heartbeat.
Your husband, still awestruck at how lucky he was to have you, stood behind you to look at your baby finally sleeping peacefully. He then looked at you with so much love, something Atsumu couldn't give you until it was too late, and kissed your temple and cheek. By then, Atsumu had looked away. To see you finally find your happy ending and it wasn't with him broke his heart. But it's what he deserved.
Finally, he walked away from the scene, with a heavy heart and tears prickling his eyes.
He may have found you, but he already lost you.
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hii i love u 🥺. could you give us a babytrapping with oikawa, please? 💗
yesyeysyesyesyesyesyesyesyes-
Absolutely loved this idea and I could not stop writing it (please send thirsts, request, etc. i love them)
Tws- baby trapping, jealous oikawa, oikawa refers to himself as daddy and you call him daddy
Oikawa always seemed to be jealous of the men near you, from your classmates to your best boy friend, even the ex’s you wanted nothing to do with. Oikawa always looked at them with anger. Occasionally if they dared to try and talk to you he would pull you closer while death staring them.
You would keep talking and it would go unnoticed before the guy leaves and you turn to your boyfriend, this time he has a smile and you kiss him on the cheek. He loves that about you, he loves that you don’t seem to notice a thing, that’s especially helpful for him.
You don’t seem to notice when he started poking holes in the condoms or when he purposely destroyed them. You didn’t seem to notice when he would slip off the condom or throw them away so he could go in raw
You didn’t seem to notice a thing when he would turn off the alarm that reminded you to take your birth control. You didn’t seem to notice a thing when he would throw out and replace your birth control with sugar pills.
It made him all the happier, especially when everything started aligning for him. First he got a spot on the Argentinian volleyball team of his dreams and then he convinced you to live with him in Argentina, and then the two of you got engaged!
Oh how happy he was, so that night he asked to do it raw and then you agreed, after all you wouldn’t have to worry if he got you pregnant, you were already engaged.
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“haah, loosen up a little princess” Oikawa said as he tried to gently pull out from being fully bottomed out inside of your cunt as you tried to relax. You were a little bit nervous- after all this was the first time you knew you he was going in raw.
Oikawa started at a general pace hoping he could take his time to drag this out as much as possible, but his plan failed immediately when he heard you say a few words.
“ ‘ooruuuu, please, harder” you moaned trying to find a way to make the movement between you and Oikawa go faster. Soon your body started to jiggle as Tooru started to pound into you at a faster pace.
“Tooru, Tooru, Tooru, sooo gooddd” your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as Oikawa’s cock started reaching all the right places inside of you, it had you practically seeing stars as a wicked grin found it’s way onto your boyfriend’s face.
“You love it so much don’t you my little princess” he said squeezing your cheeks as you tried to nodding yes to him. He couldn’t see any thoughts in your head, you already looked fucked dumb, and he’s barely even started.
“You would do anything for daddy wouldn’t you” he said while smiling down at you “you’d even let him cum in you if he wanted to huh?” You nodded once again, barely even being able to make out what he was saying.
“You’re such a good girl for your daddy huh? You just love him sooo much” he asked you in a teasing voice as you nodded and pulled him down in an attempt to give him a kiss. You could barely even look at him with tears in your eyes, it made you fall in love deeper with him.
Oikawa started to go at an almost brutal pace and soon you started feeling the familiar knot in your tummy, his thrusting only helped to make it larger and larger until the two of you felt it snapping.
“haaa, daddy pleasepleasepleaseplease- ah” he was about to pull out before you wrapped your legs around his waist and slammed him back inside you as the both of you came.
“Please just stay inside for a little bit” you hugged him gently and he kissed you softly. You started giggling “I forgot to tell you” you gave him a quick peck as he rolled beside you trying to remain inside you “by your request, I’m finally off birth control”
A smile melted onto Oikawa’s face as he felt himself start to slightly harden inside you. He really couldn’t wait until the two pink lines appeared on your pregnancy test.
bo tries to let you cockwarm him while you guys are napping but he'll wake up halfway through failing to keep his whimpers down because of how sensitive he gets :( wraps his arms around you and pounds you until you're cumming in your sleep and he's filling you with his cum for the first time that day/night/whatever
he does! i just know he wants to so bad, because he loves the way your pussy feels wrapped around his cock, he really does!!! it’s just impossible :( he whimpers and whines the whole time, humping your soft body like a dumb puppy :(((
miya atsumu x reader, plot is possessive beefy man who likes to make u squirt <3
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, 18+ only content
Atsumu has always been the possessive kind.
What’s mine is mine, he tells you every time someone even dares to look at you the wrong way. Sometimes, you wonder if he has eyes on the back of his head since he's always ready to pounce on anyone he deems as a threat.
That’s how you find yourself in your current predicament, bent over the sink in a filthy bathroom of the club where the rest of MSBY is celebrating today's win.
“Did you enjoy the attention Bo-kun was givin’ ya?” Atsumu growls in your ear, fisting your hair as he plows into your dripping cunt from behind. “Are you this fucking wet because of him?”
You let out a silent scream, mouth hanging open as his cock hits your sweet spot repeatedly, the squelching sound of his hips rutting against yours filling the air.
“What’s that baby?” he asks, gripping your hair tighter until your back is arched against his chest. “You’re awfully quiet for someone who couldn’t stop giggling at his useless jokes earlier.”
“‘Tsumu!” you whine, gripping his arms from behind as you try to center yourself. “‘M gonna make a mess.”
Your body involuntarily shudders from the dizzying pleasure he's giving you, legs starting to give way until he pushes your face against the cool surface of the mirror.
“Look at yourself, baby,” Atsumu hisses, “look at how good I’m making your pussy feel.”
Your tongue lolls out as you see your fucked out face in the mirror, hair tangled in his fist as mascara runs down your face from the tears you cried earlier when he shoved his dick down your throat without warning.
One of his hands snakes forward to grab a nipple, twisting it around his fingers as his brutal, punishing pace continues. Atsumu was being rougher than usual, rougher than you were used to but he couldn't help it, feeling like a switch was flicked on earlier from watching you exchange cheeky banter with Bokuto all night.
“Why don’t you scream louder, huh? Make sure everyone can hear how well you’re taking my cock right now? Is that what you want?”
He knew he was being irrational because not once have you ever made him doubt anything about your relationship; but still, you’re his and he’s hell bent on making sure you remember that.
“‘Tsumu! ‘M gonna cum please, just like that.” you beg, hands pressed firmly against the wall in front of you. Atsumu’s grip was bruising on your hips as he fucked you like an animal in heat, his teeth sinking into your skin as he sucked purple and blue marks up and down your neck.
Your pussy was dripping, warm walls clenching around his length as he barely held on to the last of his sanity; he was desperate for you to cum first, but if you didn’t cum anytime soon he sure as hell was not going to last any longer.
“You’re so needy for me,” he moans, “say you’re mine, angel.”
“I’m yours, Tsumu! All yours, please.” you yelp before squealing in delight as a clear sticky fluid shoots out of your abused hole, coating your thighs.
“Fuuuck," he whines, "I love it when you squirt for me.” his head falls forward and onto your shoulder as he takes your ass cheeks in his hand, spreading them wider so he can watch his cock disappear inside your tight hole.
Your whole body shudders from Atsumu prolonging your high, and it's not long until his hips start to stutter as he reaches his own orgasm. Your body starts to move forward from the force of his thrusts, overstimulation starting to take over but his strong arms keep you in place. “Don’t run away from me baby, this pussy is mine and I’m gonna cum inside so you remember that.”
You gaze in the mirror just in time to see his jaw clenching, a tell-tale sign that he was about to cum. Two more thrusts and then you feel him cumming deep inside of you, warm liquid filling your insides and making you feel full.
You let out a soft moan, lips curling into a small smile at the sensation before Atsumu twists your face so he can bring his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. As he slowly pulls out, you feel his seed mixed with your slick drip down your thighs but it doesn't last long before his fingers reach down and quickly push it back inside.
“Let’s go home, baby.” he whispers against your lips. “Wanna see you do that for me again.”
no one guessed correctly but the star of todays show is: 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈
a/n: this man needs a lot more love than he’s getting because he is a GOD walking among men
char: pornstar! kentaro kyotani x pornstar! fem! reader
tw: breeding, roleplay, cream pie, mentions of spanking, dacryphilia if you squint, mentions of dumbification, this isn’t the ending i wanted to use i had 2 different ones :(
w.c: 0.4k
pornstar!kentaro who has had his eyes on you for a long time. a small, pretty, doe eyed girl just starting to put her foot into the door of the industry with small appearances in his company’s gigs. he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you and show you what you really signed up for.
as soon as you were put on the roster for a shoot pornstar!kentaro was the first one to volunteer to record it with you, twisting opinions and pulling strings behind the scenes to it would work in his favour.
finely the scene was confirmed, you and pornstar!kentaro we’re going to be doing a rough “revenge sex” scene to put you out there. luckily you were set up with the best man to do this type of thing with. he’d give you a very warm welcome to the sex work scene.
pornstar!kentaro who’d have your head shoved into the plush mattress; tank top pulled up and bra pulled down to expose your pretty tits to him, skirt flipped up and over your ass as he struck the soft flesh time and time again, panties stuffed into your mouth to muffle your cries. “whores don’t get to speak, shut up before i give you something that’ll really get you crying”
pornstar!kentaro who’ll grab and grope at your tits as he bullies his thick cock into you, balls slapping against your ass. being so close to you in such a seen sent him absolutely feral and there was no denying it “have you gone dumb huh? poor baby gone stupid on my cock?” he’d grumble against your neck pinching at your swollen nipples.
globs of cum that to leaked out of your abused cunt that’s was stuffed into you by pornstar!kentaro was the closing image for what was to become a big hit in your company. “cmon, pup let me fill ya full one last time just to make sure you remember who you belong to”
pornstar!kentaro who’d walk into the office the next day with some coffee and donuts for you the next day just to apologise as he felt like he was a little too rough the day before.
it all felt real with him in that scene, pornstar!kentaro kept creeping into your mind while filming your other videos. it just wasn’t the same for you. you knew that he could probably never settle but you needed him…
— Miya Osamu’s private parts are very sensitive. He hisses at every touch, and he is in danger of having orgasms fast and unexpected, because of your fingers trailing up his shaft and caressing the vein decorating it from his balls to his crimson tip. He does not last long especially when you start touching and playing with his balls, pre-cum leaking everywhere making it easier to pump his length with your other hand.
“Slow down, bunny,” he tells you everytime; but you don’t listen to him, because you crave feeling his cock twitching and engorging, until it is spilling snow-white cum over your hands, few drops on your lips and Osamu’s chest, while he draws heavy breaths and curses you for your impatience and crafty fingers. “God damn it. You know I’m going to pay you back for that later,” Osamu teases, and God if it isn’t exactly what you want; so you tease him back giving a kitten lick on the underside of his cock, from the base til the tip, hearing him inhale again and mentally preparing to make up an excuse to give your colleagues when tomorrow they will ask you the reason to why you’re limping.
Kiyoomi remembers vividly the empty house and quiet evenings of his childhood. He’s been told not now, Kiyoomi far more times than he can recount, and it’s ingrained in him. He’s too often been an afterthought, there’s never really been time for him, and he’s grown used to that.
But he looks down at two little orbs, the same shade of obsidian as his—but unlike his, they’re wide and curious. They shine with trust, a trust in him and you and in the world that things will be good, and he doesn’t want to ruin that. There are tiny hands that reach up and expect his to be waiting, and he makes sure they are. He promises he’ll be good, that he’ll do things differently.
The Sakusa’s haven’t always been known for being a tight knit family, but he wants to change the course of things, and he does his best. So when news comes that soon there’ll be another baby, Kiyoomi sees that there’s one person who’s not as thrilled as everyone else.
“What’s wrong, princess?” Kiyoomi crawls onto the trampoline beside his daughter. Her pigtails are loose, stray hairs disarrayed from a long day of playing in the backyard, and he smiles at the chipped polish on her fingernails. He’ll have to repaint them soon.
It’s a tight squeeze, the trampoline is built for a five year old, not a 6’4 well-built athlete, but he makes do with his legs pressed up to his chest, hand laying itself atop her unruly curls that match his.
“Nothing, daddy,” she mumbles quietly, fiddling with the tiara in her hands. Kiyoomi sighs softly, shifting to face her as best as he can. It’s quiet for a bit until he decides to break the silence.
“Did you know I have a big sister?” She looks up at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and her nose scrunches up the way yours does, making Kiyoomi’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he grins at the sight.
“Really?” He nods, pulling her body closer, and she curls into his warm chest, hand moving to grip his shirt as he kisses her forehead.
“Yeah, sure do. It’s your aunt, remember? You saw her during the summer at grandma’s house.”
“Oh,” she whispers. “She doesn’t talk a lot,” she recalls, and Kiyoomi hums. He’s never exactly been close with his sister, and he wants things to be different with his own family.
“We never really spent a lot of time together,” he explains.
“Is it because you stole her love, daddy? From your parents?” Blinking, Kiyoomi looks down, watching as pout curls on his daughter’s lips, her eyes a tad bit watery at the idea. Titling her chin up, he presses another kiss to her nose.
“Now, why would I do that?”
“Because that’s what little brothers do. And little sisters. I don’ wanna be a big sister, daddy,” she whispers. And Kiyoomi hugs her closer, his own eyes a little moist. He’s not sure why.
Maybe it’s because he feels like he’s done something right, that his daughter feels loved in the first place. Or maybe it’s because there’s a pang in his chest that she could think anything would steal even a sliver of his love for her. Kiyoomi never knew love could burn this brightly, but the embers are never dying, and he cherishes this feeling, these moments.
“That’s not true, princess,” he murmurs. Laying his cheek on her head, he looks ahead at the backyard, looking at the three chairs on the patio. Two big ones on either side of a tiny one. There were once only two, one for you and one for him, but now there’ll soon be a fourth, and he feels his heart swell. This is fatherhood, he thinks, when a chair becomes so much more than a chair.
“I don’ want you to forget me,” she whispers, voice hesitant, and it almost breaks his heart, but he’s made a promise—and he intends to keep it.
“I could never,” he promises. Grabbing the tiara from her hand, he gently smooths down the curls, carefully placing it on her head. Giving her nose a soft pinch, he smiles at her giggle. “You’re still my princess, even with another baby. I love you, always will.”
“What if the baby steals you away?” Huffing out a chuckle, he cradles her cheek in his palm. It’s small against his large hand, and he’s thankful that despite all the growing she’s done in the last five years, she’s not done needing him, not ready to grow out of his affections.
Love is a two way road, he’s reminded yet again—and he’s glad.
“Daddies don’t ever stop loving their babies, you know,” he mumbles against her head. “Even when you’re a big girl, I’ll always love you.”
“Even if there’s another baby?”
“Of course. You were my first baby.” She grips his shirt tighter, and Kiyoomi lays his hand on top of hers, rubbing her back gently as she listens to his heart beat through his chest. He wants to show her it’s beating for her, that her little pigtails and morning kisses and after school tea parties are what makes his world go round, but for now, he settles for this. Just the two of them sat on the tiny trampoline, savoring the way time has stilled for a moment.
“Do you think I’ll be a good big sister?”
“The best,” he answers immediately. She relaxes in his hold, yawning tiredly from the long day of adventures, and Kiyoomi is just as excited for bedtime cuddles during a story as ever.
“I love you, daddy,” she says with a small grin. And Kiyoomi’s always wondered if he’s done a good job, if he’s been keeping his promise to himself—and he thinks he just might have done that and more when he looks down and sees two wide eyes even brighter than before.
So, with a soft squeeze and a kiss to the crown of her head, he murmurs “I love you too, princess.”
from my old blog. just for you anon, i will repost
im having dilf iwa brainrot bc of u bae…… can’t stop thinking of this man, who literally only gets better with age, kissing down ur stomach before giving u the sloppiest, most disrespectful head…… and he knows Exactly what to do to hit all the right spots and make u go crazy. tee this is ur fault what have u done to me </33
i will never apologize for my dilf activities and u CANT MAKE ME but also ur exactly right<3
dilf iwa who becomes absolutely feral with you😵💫
it’s not that he has a very high sex drive at all,, it’s just that every time he sees you, all he can think ab is taking u then and there <3
he doesn’t even bother waiting when you guys are out either :( just pulling you into the closest washroom and getting you off as quick as he can, bc he just loves the way your body reacts to him
it’s just so adorable how desperate he is for u, all you wanna do is tease him ab it:(
pulling him down by his shirt just to turn away right before your lips touch </3 or doing those not so light grazes against his bulge:(
when you get like this tho, he knows better than do acknowledge it. eventually you stop bc the fun part is seeing him get flustered, but that doesn’t mean it ends there.
no, no <3 bc he makes sure to punish you by only letting you get off on your own when you beg him to touch you, forcing you to do all the work as you try to fuck his thigh :(
he always ends up giving in and going down on you though bc he just loves you way too much to leave his pretty pet unsatisfied :(
—tw/cw: College Football AU, established relationship, oral fem!recieving, unprotected sex
—wc: 2,014
☼ a/n: another one that's a part of @kentimestwo's Kyoutani Week 2021! Again, a great thanks to @shannonplease for keeping me company while I editted and beta reading this for me again~!
The football season finally ended, opening up more time for you and Kentarou to spend together and you weren't passing that up. It was the first day he didn't have a game or practice so he arrived at your shared apartment right after his last class of the day and let’s say, you were ready.
Walking through the front door, he hung up his keys and jacket before kicking off his shoes and entering the living room. "Babe, I'm home." He called throughout the apartment, head turning towards the movement he heard coming from the hallway.
"Welcome back." A small smirk lifted a corner of your lips as you leaned against the wall.
"I-" His eyes widened as they raked over your body. "Are you... wearing my jersey?"
"I mean, who else's would I be wearing?" You bit your finger, digging your toe into the floor as your eyes watched his, nose twitching while you saw him begin to unravel before you.
You saw his adam's apple bob slightly while his eyes lingered on your thighs. "And you're only... wearing my jersey..."
"Oh?" You tilted your head to the side, playing dumb while you fiddled with the hem of his jersey, lifting it up as you teased along the highest part of your thigh. "I didn't realize that, I must have forgotten to put something on."
He knew what you were doing and he had no problem playing into your little game. He found himself getting aroused very quickly that he struggled to play it cool as he walked towards you. "I think I may need a glass of water. Would you mind getting me some?"
You eyed him curiously but you went and walked over to the kitchen, excited to see what it was Kentarou had up his sleeve. You placed a hand down on the counter and reached up into the cupboard for a cup. It was when you reached up that the jersey lifted, showing the bottom of your ass before Kentarou's hands grasped the flesh firmly.
Your giggle turned into a squeak when you felt a warm breath down below. He grabbed both cheeks and pushed up and out, making you place both hands down on the counter for some sort of balance as he stuck his face between your legs. "K-Kyou!"
“Don’t mind me." His breath hot on the flesh of your folds made your knees try and squeeze together. Kentarou let out a growl when he had to release one hand to bar your knee with his hand and elbow. "Don't you dare close your legs." He loosely threatened before continuing with what he was doing. His tongue reached out and began to lick at your folds, moaning slightly when he realized just how wet you already were, how ready you were for whatever he wanted to do to you.
You lowered your head, eyes closing as you felt the wet heat lick at your own, playing with your cunt. His hand reached around the front of you, finding the sensitive bud of your clit quickly, taking no time rubbing it in small circles. You moaned his name as you then propped yourself on your elbows, pushing out your ass a bit and rising up on your tiptoes. His fingers moved from your clit to delve between your folds, teasing your cunt as he pushed lightly, almost penetrating you but stopping before doing so.
"Kyou, stop playing—" You whined, wiggling your hips.
"You want me to stop?" He leaned back, both with his mouth and hands, leaving you untouched.
"No, that's not what I meant." You turned around, looking at him with puppy dog eyes, wanting him to do a lot more than just tease you with his mouth and fingers.
"So, tell me, what is it that you want me to do then?" His black rimmed eyes watched yours, awaiting your response.
Your hand reached under the jersey, lifting it up to show the glistening flesh of your pussy, raising it further to expose more of your naked body, till you groped your breast. "I want you. I want all of you."
Kentarou almost drooled at the sultry sight of you playing with his jersey, showing more skin by the second. However, as much as he enjoyed the thought of having your nude body in front of him, he would much rather bend you over now and fuck you in his jersey. He grabbed your waist and picked you up, placing you on the cold granite of the countertop, your body shivering with the quick transition to the cool surface. He lifted one of your legs, propping your foot on the counter before burying his face between your thighs.
You moaned as you felt his hot tongue replace the cool air, targeting your clit right away and you lolled your head back. Moving your hand, you placed it on top of his head and rubbed circles on his fuzzy hair while also pushing him down into you a bit. "Kyou..." You breathed out, clenching your jaw slightly while his tongue entered your cunt, flicked out and licked up your folds. He quickly replaced his mouth with his fingers and stood up, colliding his mouth with yours as his fingers worked at stretching you out for him.
Now his tongue played with the inside of your mouth, coating your tongue with your own essence while pushing your head against the cabinet, mercilessly pumping his fingers into your cunt. Your moans got louder as your orgasm approached, whimpering because you didn't want his fingers, you wanted his cock. But you didn't have that option when your orgasm covered his fingers, your thighs twitching slightly as your current high fell.
"That was fast." He smirked while he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, weaving his tongue through his fingers seductively as if it was your cunt he was licking. He grabbed you again and pulled you off the counter, your legs wobbling slightly as you gathered your bearings.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched your boyfriend, concerned that all he was going to do was finger you. Before you could open your mouth, he kissed you and placed his hand on your hip, twisting your body while his other hand held your jaw so your face would continue to be towards him. You then felt the edge of the island against your stomach as your heart sped up with excitement.
He let go of your chin and pushed you forward, bending you over the counter before reaching for his sweatpants. He pulled down the band and you could feel his cock hit the back of your thigh as he freed his erection from his pants. Your toes curled, digging into the floor as you waited with anticipation, wiggling your ass a bit.
He grabbed his cock and placed it between your legs, swiping the tip through your folds to coat himself in your slick. He started to press into you teasingly, groaning at the feel of your tight wet heat beginning to sucking him in.
Raising up on your toes, you showed him you were more than ready. His free hand grabbed a fistfull of his jersey and moved it up your back, giving him better hold to sink his length inside of you. "Fuck~" He let go of his cock to grab your hip while he continued to pull you by his jersey, easing himself into you and stretching far into your insides.
Once he bottomed out, he stilled and placed his chest against your back, kissing your shoulder a few times before pulling out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He was relishing in the feeling of your tight pussy sucking him in as he pushed back inside of you. You conformed around his length easily, showing him how much you were meant for him. Thankfully, it wasn't long before he sped up and now he held both hips, calloused palms gripping tightly on your exposed skin. You were grateful that Kentarou kept your jersey on because you could feel how cold the countertop was through the shirt. Now, how cold would it really be if that wasn't there?
"You feel so good." He groaned while his eyes were focused on how his cock looked thrusting into your cunt and how welcoming your folds were to his length. He grabbed your leg and lifted it up, placing it on the counter, your knee just barely reaching but you managed. He now picked up his pace and force, using the newly acquired space to adjust himself and thrust his hips hard.
"Nnnnngh, Kyoutani!" You moaned his name loud as he began relentlessly thrusting himself into you, pushing your stomach into the countertop. One of his hands still grasped your hip while the other held just above the back of your knee, giving him the perfect hold on your body. He was able to keep you in place while still getting amazing friction with the way he was able to pull back on your hip while he thrust forward, throwing himself as deep as he could inside of you.
He was drowning in you, loving how you felt while keeping his cock warm and slick with your heat. "You in my jersey..." His eyes raked over your body, seeing the number 16 on your back, the stripes of his team's colors accenting your shoulders and going crazy how your frame fit in his jersey. "This is one of the hottest things." He groaned as he leaned against your back again but this time he snaked one of his arms under your chest, pulling you up into his body so that he could assault your neck with his lovebites.
Countless moans escaped your lips as he drilled into you relentlessly, adding pleasure to the soft flesh of your neck as he sucked and nipped, leaving mark upon mark littering your skin. "Kyou~ I'm gunna..." Your insides began coiling again as they threatened to spill with every thrust Kentarou made.
"That's right, pretty girl." He licked up your neck to your jaw, placing a hand on your chin and turning your head to face him. He landed his lips on yours, his other hand shifting to your hip as he kept his thrusting steady. You clenched tightly around his cock as he dove his tongue into your mouth, as his hands gripped tightly on your hips, his nails digging into your flesh and more specifically as his cock drilled into you.
You whimpered a moan against his mouth as your body began to quake, your orgasm filling your veins and you spilled all over his cock. He moaned out your name as he struggled to hold himself together while you rode yours out. To be honest, you hadn't even noticed he didn't come while riding out your high until he quickly pulled out of your heat and twisted your body around.
"F-floor." He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to your knees, your face meeting his cock. His eyes were blown out while he continued to rapidly pump his cock, capturing the sight of you on your knees in his jersey and burning it into his brain. "Fuck-" His head dropped as hot white strings of cum released from his cock, covering your face, neck and chest.
He practically missed your mouth entirely but you had a feeling that wasn't his goal considering his hand reached for the cum on his jersey and lightly traced it. You licked around your lips, getting as far down your chin as you could, licking up the cum that dribbled down your face.
"Jesus..." He breathed out shakily, as he leaned over you and held himself up against the counter. "Who knew you in my jersey would be so hot...?"
“Yeah, you’ve said that.” You chuckled beneath him, shimmying out and struggling to stand up on your legs. "So, I shouldn't go to sleep in it every night?"
"Not if you want to get any proper sleep, I wouldn't recommend it."
