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Important — Matsukawa Issei

No harm in asking a simple question. He asked three, to be exact. Couldn’t hurt so, why were you running?

warnings: stalking, harassment, creep!Mattsun, mentions of trauma

note: I wrote this with mattsun in mind, but could actually be anyone

THIS BLOG CONTAINS AND INTERACTS WITH DARK CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 18+ ONLY

He thought you looked cute. All frolicky and giddy in your little skirt, thighs soft and plump as your high socks hugged them tight making them spill out a little.

He watched you as you said goodbye to your friends, waited for them to go, leaving you all by yourself at this hour when the sun’s already gone down and the streets are less busied.

That’s when he thought to ask for directions. Asking for your name afterwards was just… small talk. Sure he knew which way to go even before he had asked you but he couldn’t help it, he just wanted you to become aware of his existence. His face. His voice. Him.

“Where are you headed?” he asked you, and he asked you again when you started to back away, his voice deep and breathy, eyes fixated on yours as you came up with your little excuses on how you’re waiting for a friend, or actually, it’s getting late and you should just get home.

Which one was it? Lie better, little girl.

But it’s not like he’s never heard any of that before.

He let you leave, or rather, he gave you a headstart, letting you reach a ‘safer’ distance from him as he watched your back. You picked up the pace, but the both of you were dangerously in sync, and you turned around only to find that he’s still there—you haven’t lost him.

You’ve earned yourself a shadow.

That’s when you started running. If only you could see the look of horror in your face. Not only were you aware of him, now you also knew of his stamina.

Though he meant no harm, still, you ran. He wasn’t gonna do anything. He wasn’t gonna hurt you. He just wanted to be important to you.

Important. That’s all he needed from you. And now that he’s sure he was, he let you be.

Because now, he knew you’d look for him every time you’re out in public. When you walk past a dark alleyway. When you’re lost in a crowd and you’ll always swear you saw his face again.

Finally, it’s onto the next one he’d want to introduce himself to—onto the next one he’d want to be important to.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 7.9K

MINORS DNI

summary: fed up with his inability to deliver the way he wants to in a relationship, bakugou turns to a dating app for casual sex and companionship. he assures his friends he’s capable of maintaining a platonic sexual relationship, despite his own misgivings. After things go well the first time, you establish a casual thing, and bakugou finds himself prying you open.

a/n: incredibly overworked reader and bakugou engage in a series of escalating casual hookups, bakugou falls for you, you fall for bakugou. choking, spitting, degredation, impact play, bondage, sir kink, daddy kink, praise, degradation, bakugou’s BIG on communication and aftercare, reader has corporate job and body is unspecific but she does have acne scars. bakugou is a mean hard dom right up until he cums and then he’s needy and affectionate, but if you’re uncomfy w degradation, this is not the fic for you. villain/hero predator prey kink roleplay is discussed but not described really. part one.

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After the first time you sleep with Bakugou Katsuki, you avoid eye contact with him. You’re yanking your clothes on as quickly as possible, anxious to get as dressed as possible before he turns the lights on and you have to perceive yourself, perceive what you’ve done, been doing.

“Hey,” Bakugou says, “Should we uh, should we talk? About that?” You feel something cold wrap around your heart, a drawbridge closing.

“Um,” you swallow, “Um, I’m good. Don’t need to talk.” He looks over his shoulder, a little confused, but you’re focused on lacing your sneakers up again, ignoring him. “No need to um, to talk.” You reiterate and he nods slowly, inspecting you.

“Can I uh,” he walks across his bedroom, and when he rests a hand on your shoulder you jump like he’s shocked you.

“I don’t need the uh,” you gesture to the bed, “The cuddling and stuff, I’m all good.” You stretch a little. He narrows his eyes.

“Was it uh, good, for you?” He’s embarrassed at how relieved his is when he reads your genuine smile.

“Yeah.” You say brightly, punching him in the arm. “Thanks for having me, buddy.” He physically recoils at the nickname, glancing at his phone, he knew the people used tinder to date online casually, but he didn’t think you’d be this indifferent.

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Thief XVI

This was emotionally draining to write 😭

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Summary: The survivalists of a horror movie are always at the grossest disadvantage. The monster can see them, but they won’t see him until it’s too late.

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x Psychologist!Reader.

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Warning: 18+, angst, burning, cheating, delusional thinking, hurt/comfort, budding mindbreak, mourning, trauma, victim-blaming, yandere behaviour.

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[♡] #4 ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION !

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[♡] DIRECTOR’S CUT !

— kenma calls them all by their first names which i think is cool (if he didn't in the previous chapters, yes he did)

— terushima and kuroo were poking fun at each other's sex lives because they are the prominent whores of the group. teru started the inside joke that kuroo has erectile dysfunction which he obviously don't and their sarcasm was so on point that bokuto started believing it. pls he was just so confused it slipped unintentionally and it started a very quick lived rumor which may or may not be revived.

— kuroo added hearts to bokuto's contact name after this conversation.

Hot Stuff. Headcannons.

tw (🍰) mentions of murder, violence, age gap (2 years, your 20!!) fluff 🥺 super cute Kei in some points. mentions of kids <3 fem!reader !!! Manipulation .

🍓: “What’s up, hot stuff?” Spoke the honeyed voice of Tsukishima Kei, in other words, your boyfriend.

He may seem like the big bad Tsukishima, but let’s be honest. He’s absolutely enchanted by you! Honestly, he may seem like the “bad guy” but only to everybody else! He adores you, that’s final. <3

He’s the overprotective type, toxic, obsessive. But in some points - more than most - he is a worshipper. Kei gets so much pleasure from watching you have a good time doing anything. Tsukki wants you to use him, in anyway,

His pet names can go from: hot stuff, baby, babe and in private: goddess.

He gloats to you to literally everybody. You read a book? Be prepared for everybody to know, you could literally kill somebody and he’d still think you were the cutest thing ever.

Kei does take it into his own hands to get rid of the parasites that hurt you. Hurt you basically means they don’t think you’re interesting, good looking basically if they say “bad stuff” (in his words.) that could possibly offend you if you ever were to find out.

Tsukishima will sadly manipulate you just a little bit out of going outside! It’s all for your own good. Probably.. but at least you can go out at Christmas and your Birthday! He took you to Disney even though it was probably the most expensive thing he’s ever done.

It was all worth it for those giggles, smiles, happy teary eyes and everything else. He of course gets you a cute little pink headband, with sparkles, as well as a cupcake of your choice.

Tsukki is willing to wait hours just for fast passes! If it means you’re happy, he’d do anything, honestly. No is a word he’s never said to you, unless it can hurt you. But even then he gets you a present just to make you feel better. <3

Thank you for reading! This is my first post here!! I’m glad I started off with my comfort character 🥺 if you have a request please send it in! I do everything but smut! I prefer comfort requests (sad stuff, sappy, starts and everything else!) but please do share your thoughts about any fic you’d love to see!

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I WANT IT. ¹

PAIRING | miya atsumu x fem!reader + kageyama tobio

GENRE | angst, smut (18+)

AU | YANDERE

WARNINGS | TIME SKIP MANGA SPOILERS + NSFW + YANDERE! DARK CONTENT AHEAD. minors dni! pwp, yandere behavior, stalking, voyeurism, kageyama fucking you from atsumu's point of view; atsumu being a creep, light degredation, light mocking, tobio being cocky, public sex, public masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected car sex, recording sex without consent, light corruption fantasies, etc. DO NOT IGNORE WARNINGS.

DISCLAIMER | this is a yandere au. dark content ahead. minors do NOT interact.

WORD COUNT | 8.4k

SUMMARY | in which you are the only female manager that has not fallen for the MSBY black jackals' flirty tactics, and after two years of constant rejections and shut-downs to flirty comments, the entire team quit their tactics. excluding miya atsumu and sakusa kiyoomi, whose obsession, feelings, and want to be with you only got stronger and more unhealthy by the day even when you were already taken by another man. and, as a manager, you have to take care of your team members no matter what... right?

BONUS | inspired by this flaming hot ash song called i want it by two feet.

PART ONE [ 1/4 ] | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

MIYA ATSUMU WAS A PLAYER IN EVERY SINGLE ASPECT OF HIS LIFE. And he loved the feeling of being able to gain something new due to his mechanism of work and his ability to gain whatever he wants due to his status as well. He was not a workaholic, per se, but he loved taking things from working hard for them. He loved the thrill of having the ability to take what he wants when he wants. He loved seeing his hard work pay off. He loved letting certain things go after they became useless. And it didn’t help that he was the precise same way when it came to his sex or love life.

As if everything came easy to him, the idea of getting anyone he wants is not something far out of his reach. He’s a firm believer that he could get anyone he wanted due to his status as a player in every aspect.

Of course, that was until you came along. The newest female manager to the MSBY Black Jackals of Japan.

For the first few weeks with you managing their team, he wanted to get in your pants— much like every team member who worked their asses off and wanted to use a woman for their own pleasure. Nearly every year their managers would quit due to the fact they realized the team members only wanted to get in their pants and didn’t truly appreciate their work as actual managers. They didn’t feel wanted because of their skills in managing, they just felt like used property. And it wasn’t like they would force the managers to do anything, they all fall for their little tricks to blow off steam every time, which is why it was expected that you would be an easy fuck for them much like the rest.

Not you, though. You’ve been the only manager that has not given into their flirty comments and has blatantly rejected every single one of the team members in a moment they’d approach to ask you of anything but your tasks or volleyball expectations.

They can vividly recall the day you were introduced to the team and how they all mentally shared knowing glances to each other, expecting another manager who’ll fall right for their tactics. It started off as inviting you for team dinners after practice, to bars, and even to their own homes and to play it off as celebratory for game winnings. And yet— you still refused.

You weren’t the blushy or flustered type of manager when it came to their endless flirting, you would brush it off and bluntly state that you are uncomfortable with their actions, politely asking them to refrain from asking you out or flirting with you as it is unprofessional and you would prefer they maintain their distance or comments unless it had to do with their needs as team members for volleyball and nothing else. It came off as a shock to the majority of those who attempted to pursue you, but they eventually quit the acts and gave you your space, knowing fully well that a no is a no and that you are here to manage their team, nothing more.

And it worked, they all quit their acts and began to respect your work ethic and you as a person, eventually becoming close to you as friends and the fact you took great care of them as a manager. In fact, you are the longest manager in terms of duration that they have had, having managed their team for two years now, all of their acts have faded into more playful-ness.

You were just so kind and hardworking, they truly appreciated your work ethic for the good of the team. You had a smile that sent jolts of motivation each game, and overall they’d all just grown to admire you. You were just so perfect, and they knew you weren’t one to give in to easy things. So they all quit.

Well, not all of the team members, unfortunately. Your attitude of rejection could barely faze only Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu. The smallest things you did, especially having known you for two years now, sent that addictive feeling rushing into their body to pursue you in the filthiest ways imaginable. And it grew stronger daily, to the point it became an unhealthy obsession for both. Physically, you could assume they are no longer interested in you that way anymore because their flirty attitudes have died down, but oh were you wrong.

Their desire for you grows stronger by the passing minute of each day, and two years have been a major change in their perspective over you than the first day you started off as their manager. It’s as if the first day they met you they realized you’re different and you’re unlike the other managers they’ve previously had. You always stood your ground, had a deep understanding of volleyball and strategies, and you took great care of the team during their biggest slumps.

It’s kind of hard not to fall for you. But, alas, they knew you couldn’t feel the same. You’ve practically rejected them or distanced yourself each time they crossed a few lines. So they resorted to their own fantasies for the time being.

In most cases, obviously, it is okay to fantasize about who you like or admire, in fact, it’s normal to have a crush. But after two years, a normal person would say that it’s not really a ‘crush’ anymore. Instead, it’s become this unhealthy form of infatuation to have you in every way that one small taste of you can feed into it. Although they both seem to be unaware at the given moment that their goal— they both have the same exact goal of pursuing you, no matter the cost— to have you. And you wouldn’t know a single thing about it.

At first, Atsumu was confident you’d fall for his tactics. He couldn’t care less about you rejecting the others, he was just sure you wouldn’t reject him. He was confident he’d be able to get you in his bed and call it a success.

However, the day he tried it did not go very well. His confidence practically broke his ego.

One night, after practice, Atsumu wanted to stay and practice his serves more when the rest of the team left. Although, he mostly just had the plan of purposely being left behind so that he was alone with you. And just because you’re the manager and you were always left to lock up, he finally wanted to experience that first time of his heart beating realizing he was going to be left alone with you.

So when the team left and Atsumu stayed behind, he watched you scribble down a few notes into your clipboard. You looked strangely attractive to him when you seemed to be in deep focus, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip and your brows furrowed. He wondered… if you would make that face of focus if you were to get fucked dumb—!

Sadly, his fantasy was cut off the moment you looked up and noticed that he was still here and hadn’t left with the rest of the team.

“May I help you, Miya-san?” You asked, with an eyebrow raised as you secure your pen into your clipboard.

“L/N-san,” He cleared his throat. “I got permission from Foster-sensei to stay after for a few minutes to practice a couple of my serves, ya saw in last week’s game it was off, I need more practice.”

“Alright,” You nodded, and went back to jotting away at your clipboard. “But, please hurry it up in about twenty minutes so I can lock up early, it is the weekend after all and I do have somewhere to be as well, Miya-san.”

Atsumu was taken back. You were telling him to hurry it up? Just who did you think you were ordering him around to fit around your own schedule? You manage his team to fit their criteria, not the other way around. Who gives a fuck what you have planned, you’re supposed to stay here for as long as it takes because in the end, Atsumu is the star, and you’re just left to run errands for him. He doesn’t hurry it up for you, rather, you must hurry it up for him.

So why did he simply nod at your words without arguing like he wanted to? Why did he keep his mouth shut?

Just who did ya think ya were?

“Yeah, of course, L/N-san,” Atsumu nodded, before jogging up to the net where the basket of the volleyballs was, and he immediately went back to his serves and tosses.

Still, as he faced away from you and continued with his own personal practice for the next thirty minutes, he smirked as he decided to put on this exterior that he always uses and manages to work with every other girl. He had to give it a go at the moment, this is what he was here for; this is what he stayed later after practice for.

He had to try.

Atsumu spun around, holding the ball, and seeing you still deep in focus at your clipboard, he frowned lightly before resorting back to his smirk. It was going to work, he knew it—!

“L/N-san?” He spoke up, you looked up momentarily to his calling before looking back at the clock in the corner of the wall, and standing up abruptly.

“Shoot, it’s been over twenty minutes, I need to go—!” You started softly, before turning back to Atsumu standing in the middle of the court with a ball in his hand, simply looking at you.

“Miya-san, it’s been over twenty minutes! Please put away the ball, so I can lock up!” You ordered as you grabbed the keys from the bench, turning back to see him still standing there with an amused look on his face.

He doesn’t know why he wanted to walk closer and make sure you knew your place… Seriously, what could be more important than him?

“Jus’ a few more minutes,” He started, lightly swallowing his nerves before smirking and slowly approaching you, causing you to raise your brows in confusion. “How about this time, ya watch me do a few serves since ya’ve had yer pretty little head buried inside that stack of papers all day?”

You were taken back by his words and the way he clearly thinks he has the upper hand here. Did he not hear you when you said you had other plans?

“Miya-san, I have plans that I have to tend to. Please put away the ball so I can lock up,” You stated, turning away from him to pick up your clipboard, completely missing the way he caught up a few feet from behind you.

“Yer plans can wait, L/N-san,” He interjected behind you, you stood back up and turned to face him, taken back once again by his stubborn attitude. “I need to practice more and I need ya to watch me do a few serves!”

“I apologize Miya-san, but as I said earlier I have to lock up and I have to be somewhere else by now. I will watch them next week,” You shook him off as you grabbed your bag, gasping as Atsumu decided now would be a good time to grab it from your hold.

Your mouth was left agape, and impatience adorned your features.

“Miya—!”

“I don’t think ya heard me well, L/N-san,” He tsks, his gaze intense as he was holding the bag out of your hold. “I asked ya if ya want to watch me do a few serves and give me feedback.”

“What—?” You stated in confusion. “Hand me back my bag!”

“Stay first,” Atsumu stated, causing your patience to be non-existent at this point. “Then maybe I’ll consider giving it back!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Did you not hear what I said? I don’t want to!” You exclaimed. “Now give me back my bag!”

Atsumu took a step back and lowered your bag in his hold, causing you to lurch forward and grabbing it from his hold.

No, no—! Did he just ruin everything—?

“I’m sorry, L/N-san! I- I was just messing around! That’s all...” Atsumu trails off after exclaiming with his hands in the air, the ball was long forgotten on the floor.

You look away from his pouting gaze that only now just seemed playful, earlier it wasn’t. As he was clearly trying to keep you in place when you stated multiple times no. Yet, he’s your team member and you have to treat him with respect since he said he was just joking… right?

“It’s alright, Miya-san,” You resort to saying, looking away as you clutched your clipboard and bag. “Your coach asked me to lock up, and that’s what I’m here to do. Please put away the ball so I can do that.”

Again? You seriously just repeated that?

Atsumu was taken back, and girls paid thousands to watch him. He’s offering for free... how come? But he has to understand, due to the fact he almost scared you away.

Almost.

“Yeah, of course,” He bowed, looking at the side of your face as you organized your items in your bag. “I’ll do that right now.”

And he did as you asked, he walked away and put away the ball into the basket and pushed it back into the storage room, watching in admiration as you followed him to lock it. He allowed a girl to control him like that. And for what? What was the reason?

As you stood locking the main door of the gym, he stayed behind you and allowed himself to smirk again, and let his own words linger.

“Ya know, L/N-san...” Atsumu started. “It is pretty late, I can walk ya home if ya’d like!” He offered suddenly, you looked at him in confusion once more and shook your head.

“I am quite alright, I am not walking home yet,” You shook your head frantically, honestly flattered by his kindness but he’s so insistent. “Thank you, though, Miya-san.”

“Are ya sure? Maybe we’re headed in the same direction—!” Atsumu edges you on, and you shake your head.

“I’m good, thanks,” You say bitterly, pulling the door and making sure it’s locked you start to walk away, Atsumy tailing behind you.

“Oh okay,” He frowned. “No worries.”

You gave a weak smile before turning the corner of the street, letting out a puff of air and hoping he wasn’t walking with you anymore. Atsumu's pride was severed, he doesn’t know why he won’t take no for an answer.

He has to try again… and like they say, the third time’s a charm… right?

“L/N-san!” Atsumu called out from the end of the street, causing you to grumble in annoyance and whip your head back, forcing a friendly smile on your face.

“Yes?”

“If not today, then maybe next week—we could grab some onigiri or somethin’? Or whatever you might like—?” Atsumu fidgets with his jacket, cursing himself mentally when you raise a hand and interrupt him.

“Miya-san, with all due respect, I am your manager. I hope I have emphasized that enough. Please refrain from asking me out again, if you don’t mind.” you bluntly stated, impatience adorning your features. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to be on my way.”

Atsumu froze in his spot... did he just get rejected? Again? As if the rejection wasn’t enough to convince him that he’s lost his shot, his eyes became clouded with red.

“I understand,” He stated coolly, however, the boiling rage that struck into his ego is at its near maximum. Any second now, he would blow up.

“Thank you,” You bowed respectfully, waving off with a smile as you bid him goodnight.

Atsumu’s gaze sharpened as he watched you walk away. Seriously, what was more important than spending time with him? And rejecting him at once? Do you really have to play hard to get? He was just being nice and offering a spot for only you to watch, it’s like a free ticket to a private game! And on top of that, one of the most powerful setters you manage his team for. So what was it that caused you to reject watching the Miya Atsumu practice his receives when they’re near perfected at his matches? People pay a fortune to get front row seats to one of the best teams of Japan, especially for the top setters in the nation!

You can’t just reject him… do you even know your place?

Atsumu eyebrows unfurrowed, and he puts a small smile on his face. However, nothing about it screams kind. It’s the unsettling sort of smile that adorns his features, the one accompanied by wide eyes bulging out as they watch your figure leave the gym. The face of a person who’d just gotten slapped in the face and knows damn well that he’ll absolutely corrupt whoever slapped them… That he’ll make them regret their choice of words. That’s what it felt like, especially since Atsumu’s knuckles turned white by the way he’s formed his hands into fists on his sides.

This has never happened to him. Just who the fuck were you?

Atsumu’s smile widens, and he lets out a breathy chuckle.

Looks like he’ll have to teach you some manners.

When the following week had come and Atsumu saw you walk into the gym with an innocent-looking smile, he presumed you’d completely forgotten about the encounter that happened between the both of you last week. But that’s okay, he’ll have to remind you about it later since it meant a great deal to him. It was the day Atsumu decided he’ll just have to try harder. It’ll mean a greater deal to you in time, he hopes.

It’s honestly just like a match. He’d practice harder if he lost, that’s all. That’s what it is. It’s the same thing. You and volleyball are the same thing, basically.

But he most likely inferred that your smile has to do with the new shiny diamond ring that circled your ring finger perfectly, the one he may or may not have seen you wear for the first time with tears of joy.

The tears of joy he may or may not have seen as he allowed his footsteps to keep moving in your direction that night right after your rejection.

The footsteps that padded behind you all the way to the fancy restaurant where a handsome and dreamy man in a suit sat at a beautifully decorated table with fancy silky cloth and rose petals, the faint smell of sparkling champagne in the air.

He saw the way you gleefully approached the man. Running into his arms, as if it was your safe haven you’d fall into after a hectic day at work. He dressed very nicely, while you remained dressed in your gym and manager attire, not as fancy. Atsumu mentally curses himself for being selfish for once and taking up extra of your precious time that you probably would have used to change out of these clothes and probably wore something fancier and out of what he’d see you regularly wearing. He could have stayed behind and watched you wear that, slowly but surely every inch of the fabric stuck to your skin and if he had wanted to rip it off. (He imagined it to be like that one purple dress that hugged your curves and cupped your tits that he saw while mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram he follows from a secret account. Nothing crazy though, it’s not even under his name.) But he’d never rip it off the first day, the first time will be consensual. And that’s important!

But Atsumu thought the manager's clothing kept your modesty and your true beauty since you’re clearly out with a rich man and you didn’t want that to be something people looked at you for. You’re you, not what your relations paint you out to be.

A rich man… from an opposing team?

Wait…

What the fuck is going on?

Atsumu’s eyes seem to widen more the moment he realizes that the man’s arms you just ran into… were Tobio Kageyama’s; the opposing team of the Schweiden Adlers' official setter.

He also happened to be Atsumu’s rival since high school. The moment he saw his neutral expression soften at your appearance, his knuckles turned white from the clenched fists he formed again. Atsumu could physically feel his blood boil at the sight of the opposing setter.

It’s like knowing that your significant other is none other than Tobio Kageyama made this entire situation of infatuation significantly worse. Now Atsumu just had to get you.

However, he wonders what Kageyama thinks. You’re managing his opposing team’s match. He wonders how Kageyama feels about you spending hours with his team; traveling and taking such… good… care of them. Atsumu knows he’d never trust his own girlfriend to be around so many men. So much could happen. He’d keep her just to himself, and pay no other man attention. But it seems as if Kageyama is unfazed, clearly the way he held you in the middle of the restaurant as you seemed to be pressed flush against his chest and sighing from fatigue just shows his amount of trust and love for you that it’s nothing to him. Especially when Atsumu caught sight of the chaste peck he placed on your forehead as he held you. Clearly, he’s a popular setter too, getting attention from millions of girls on the daily.

Atsumu internally gags at the idea of putting so much trust into one another in a relationship. Seriously, who doesn’t get worried and paranoid that the other might be cheating? It’s only normal.

However, it wasn’t until you gave Kageyama a sweet kiss on his cheek and he sat down to wait for you, that Atumu really reached his limits. He was waiting on literally anything to hold against Kageyama, to show you that he’s not the setter you should be with. He’s got to be flawed. That it should be Atsumu; it should be his arms that you run into after a long day at work for him as well—!

Okay, he was getting ahead of himself. First, he wants to fuck you. He wants to see if the moment he released all of himself inside you that it’d be a worthy investment of his time and love into you. Do you really deserve it when you’re rejecting him like a brat?

Anyway, he was waiting for a moment to seize— and as if the gods answered his prayers, a group of young women who were sitting at a table nearby got up from their seats and walked over to approach Kageyama. He looked up in confusion and Atsumu could barely hear what they were saying as they tried to surround him. However, he could only assume that they were fans and probably wanted a picture with him.

Oh-ho?

Atsumu felt a dark smile form onto his lips the moment he saw a girl latch her hand at his Kageyama’s shoulder. Atsumu couldn’t let this go to waste— this was his chance! This was his chance to prove to you who’s the real setter you’re managing! Not this cunt who’s letting a girl touch him.

The moment Atsumu whipped out his phone to take a picture, however, he saw Kageyama swat the girl’s hand from his shoulder, standing up abruptly and faintly demanding they leave even though he’s flattered.

“The bastard’s loyal huh?” Atsumu grumbled under his breath. But the answer to the question of Kageyama’s loyalty to you still didn’t faze him. Atsumu was going to have you and take you from him, obviously.

As if on cue, you opened the restaurant door clutching the same bag from earlier, except this time, the loose cloth was dangling from the bag— your manager's clothing— and you were wearing a petite cream-colored dress that hugged your hips and gentle body so well.

That’s just embarrassing… Atsumu grumbles under his breath in utter annoyance as he feels the material of his shorts tighten with the tent that began to form, leaves of the bush he stood behind ruffling as he began to adjust his legs in a more comfortable position. He couldn’t help it, the thrill of being the only guy among the Black Jackals who’s seen you out with an outfit that only leaves imagination up to the eye.

Anyway, Kageyama stood up and placed yet another kiss on your face, except for the raging fact he placed his lips on yours this time, mentally groaning at the fact you kissed him back just as passionately, your hands tugging at his jacket as he held you.

Seriously, quit it with the PDA it’s pissing him off—!

Atsumu’s wishes were granted as soon as Kageyama’s lips pulled away from yours and feathered the last one for a while on the top of your soft hair. And as you both sat down, Atsumu knew he’d have to just observe incoherent words of you both just conversing with each other, ordering your food together, and whatever else the night may have stored for later.

Atsumu expected something simple and old-fashioned from knowing Tobio. He expected a boring date with just a fancy dinner. He expected this to be just some normal date that couldn’t hint at seriousness between you both. He honestly expected you to fall asleep at one point. But none of that happened.

Tobio Kageyama was an entirely different person from his point of view as he managed to pull that heavenly giggle and smile from your lips throughout the entire night. Even after you both finished eating, you stayed and just talked for what seemed like forever to Atsumu. The gentle touches and soft shoves you both gave each other as you wholeheartedly listened to him and he, you. Atsumu’s mouth only gaped at Tobio’s behavior around you. He looked truly happy and content to be with you at every second that seemed to pass— and the part that stung Atsumu the most was just how happy you looked and felt with him too. He could just tell that this was definitely something that was serious.

It’s a shame he has to ruin something so beautiful for his own benefit. But it must be done— it just has to. Atsumu could care less that you were happy with someone else. Moreso, someone Atsumu has thought of as an enemy since high school. In fact, this just made things easier for him. It would be like knocking two birds with one stone.

He gets to finally defeat the Adlers’ setter in something other than volleyball, and he gets to have you. He gets to take you away from Kageyama. And it made sense anyway, it’s not like you managed the Adlers. No, you managed the Jackals. And it will just have to remain that way forever. He’ll ensure that.

But Atsumu never expected this night to become something he felt that he almost couldn’t take anymore. Or rather something that would complicate his plans just a bit. Because no, the night to Tobio was clearly far from over. He heard your laughs die down and a small gasp escaped your lips. However, from Atsumu’s position, he could barely see what was going on since he could only see you sitting with your hand over your lips, and Kageyama was nowhere near his chair.

Curse the expensive dark-colored sports car that was parked in front of his hiding spot. He could barely see a thing!

Atsumu tch’ed as he pulled out his phone and clicked on his camera to zoom in and get a better look at what was going on. He nearly dropped his phone at the sight of what it depicted. Kageyama had gotten on his knees under the table, oddly enough he did it in a discreet manner that no one noticed. Atsumu could see under the cloth how his hands on your knees parted your thighs slightly enough for his head to peek in right in between them. Atsumu could see the way Tobio looked up at you from under the cloth— he could only guess one thing. Lust. But perhaps lust wasn’t just it, if that were Atsumu under the table, he’d be able to tell it’s deep of love and devotion to you.

But this was so unexpected of Tobio. He never struck Atsumu as the type to be into pleasuring you out in public, the mere thrill of being caught obviously straining his boxers. Atsumu’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you carding your delicate hands through Tobio’s hair… he could… hear you sniffling from far away?

Atsumu zoomed in with his phone and noticed a light reflection coming from… a jeweled ring held in his fingers on top of your thigh... It’s as if he could tell the look on Tobio’s face was daring and endearing at the same time.

He was fucking proposing to you, under the table of a fancy, public, and dim-lit restaurant, with the full intent of marking you with nothing but love mixed with pleasure with his tongue.

No wonder ya both skipped on orderin' dessert.

Atsumu could only wish he heard the absolute tender yet dirty words spewing from Tobio’s mouth under the table to you. He could only wish he heard Tobio confess his intent to fully devote his love to you by making you his— and if the world caught sight of that moment, he wouldn’t mind. He’ll have you forever.

But first, (unfortunately unheard by Atsumu) Tobio will have to hear just how much you want your boyfriend to make you gush around his tongue; giving him the dessert he didn’t get to order while you beg for him to make you his with the ring he clutched between his fingers. Tobio seemed to chuckle darkly at your needy expression towards the ring in his palm. You wanted it— you practically begged to have the ring wrapped around your finger by him. Atsumu could tell you said yes; because his gaze became clouded with a sense of darkness, envy, and lust as he watched Tobio dip his head further into your embarrassed cunt. Atsumu’s tent tightened the gap between his shorts and thighs as he watched you bite your hand from moaning loudly at the pleasure that began to form from Tobio’s tongue alone. He could tell you wanted to throw your head back and tug at his dark hair.

Atsumu thanked the gods for the delicious moment and for his hiding spot because it didn’t take long for him to slide his bruised hand from setting into his shorts, reaching for his annoying erection and palming himself through the material as he watched Tobio fuck you with bliss on his tongue. He mentally cursed at the fact the recording wasn’t going to be enough due to the fact he can barely see you and Tobio’s facial expressions, but that’ll have to do for now. He can always fantasize and remember— it’s what he’s been doing up to this moment anyway.

Atsumu bit his lip as he finally saw you tug at Tobio’s hair, your fingers turning white as you held his locks; he could tell you were getting close. Atsumu’s breath increased as he realized you weren’t the innocent little manager he thought you were after all. The mere fact you could come undone in just a few minutes from simple tongue fucking and in public where anyone could see just rocked him closer to his own orgasm. He can’t imagine just how much more he doesn’t know about you. All he knows is that he wanted to be in Tobio’s position more than anything. He felt himself drool at the thought of being able to taste every inch of your cunt with his tongue— he could just imagine how sweet you would taste. He could tell from the way Tobio ravaged his tongue against your folds like he was drinking his ungodly flavored milk he couldn’t get enough of back in high school.

It’s as if Tobio had become an entirely different person when he met you. And Atsumu couldn’t blame him because he felt the same exact way. But it doesn’t matter, he’ll have his way with you. And when he will, he promised himself he’ll do it over and over— however long it would take to erase Tobio’s way with you permanently. Until you won’t want anyone but him.

Yeah... he’ll have his way with you.

Atsumu let out a muffled grunt against his jacket as his legs shook with the orgasm that rippled itself into his body like electricity. His cum squirted all over his bruised hands, groaning at the sticky sensation. He’s touched himself before to the little thoughts of you, of course; but this was something he got to witness firsthand. This was probably the best orgasm he’d had from jerking off to you. Surely, this wasn’t going to be his last?

Atsumu’s breathing slowed as he was able to tell you came around the same time he did because he watched Tobio’s head disappear after placing a kiss on your wrist from your hand that is stuck in his—now—messy locks. He watched from the distance as you came down from your high, chest heaving up and down slowly, your cleavage slightly out due to the fact your dress was shuffled a bit with Tobio’s hands.

It was beyond Atsumu how literally nobody around you noticed what just happened. He raised a brow when he noticed Tobio still under the table, but he smirked as he realized the opposing setter was clearly trying to adjust the mess he made in his pants. Unbeknownst to Atsumu, Tobio took care of your pleasure while taking care of his own. Meaning Tobio palmed himself under the table and came right as you did... in unison.

Unison… like the fact he sealed your finger with the ring as you both came undone together. An orgasm that was so precious to Tobio due to the fact you must have cum while you said yes. Cumming undone in public and sealing your fate with Tobio in unison. To say Atsumu was severely jealous was an understatement. He was utterly annoyed and, inconveniently, rock-hard once more even though he came only a moment ago. Clearly, it wasn’t enough.

He grunted in annoyance at the but his attention was back at the fact you and Tobio just got up abruptly from your table, Tobio placing the bill for the dinner and grabbing at your hand in the other, walking you out and crossing the street.

Atsumu’s eyes widened behind his disgraceful hiding spot, you were crossing the straight right in his direction. You were both practically approaching his hiding spot.

Holy fucking shit— did they see him? Did they actually catch him in his contemptible position as he pumped out his filthy desire from watching you cum?

Atsumu silently panicked as you and Tobio were feet away from his crouched position. But his heart rate died down the moment he reached for his car (that was his sports car?) keys and opened the passenger door for you to climb in with wobbly legs. Atsumu’s gaze lowered at your ridden up dress, your thighs were exposed more than they were earlier, clearly from earlier. And from his crouched position, he could see the bare outline of your drenched panties. Atsumu mentally cursed at Tobio for still allowing your wet cunt to soak your panties. If that was him, he’d have licked you up until there would be no drop to even form a wet spot on the thin material. Or perhaps it was intentional— which would make sense to his new side Atsumu had never seen. He barely knew the man and his plans now. What was next? Was that it?

No, of course not. Atsumu, or rather any normal human being, would only assume that was just a little thing to get the night started and that daring Tobio definitely had more planned for the rest of the night. He could only imagine just how hard he’ll fuck when you get home and immediately go to bed. He’ll probably since he sealed the deal and adding unprotected sex to the list isn’t too far from his plans most likely.

Atsumu would definitely fuck you without any form of protection if he’d proposed to you. He’d lose count to how many times he’d fill your cunt with his pent-up load that he wouldn’t be mad if you got pregnant. Of course, this was a far-fetched idea of getting you pregnant. But it doesn’t hurt to think outside of the box.

Atsumu mentally let out a whine. He wanted to follow you and Tobio home. He wanted to witness it first-hand. But unfortunately, he had to get home and sleep early, due to the fact he had press and a bunch of other shit to deal with in the morning. But perhaps the universe smiled down at Atsumu today. Because the moment Tobio shut the car door behind him, he lifted you by your waist, almost in a rough manner, and pushed you to the backseat.

Atsumu felt a drool down his cheek. This was so exciting. This was unbelievably filthy. In the car? In front of the restaurant?

Not bad, Tobio-kun.

Atsumu watched as Tobio went to the backseat as well and pulled you to straddle his waist. Despite the windows being closed, the backseat window had a faint opening. From the close proximity of where he was hiding, that was deliciously vivid to his view and hearing. Atsumu’s terrifying grin widened as he pressed another recording, sliding his hand under his shorts once more.

“I don’t think you did a good enough job at the restaurant hiding your moans, love,” Tobio muttered as he slid his hand under your dress, toying with your sensitive clit. “I want to give it another try, except this time, I’ll make you and my car shake. How does that sound, pretty girl?”

Tobio clearly left the window open on purpose, almost daring you to moan loudly for everyone around to hear. To hear you moan loudly about just how good he’s taking care of his woman. Buying her fancy dinner, getting dessert right from her own source, proposing with a blindingly shiny ring that presented success and accomplishments, adding the cherry on top with you now being secured in his life. He was going to fuck you until you could never forget tonight.

In a way, Atsumu felt lucky to watch, to witness a moment so important in your life, a moment that was meant to only you and Tobio to look back on. And he almost feels bad for staying hidden, recording this unforgettable moment.

Maybe he’ll show the recording to you in the future when he completely breaks this moment. When he replaces it with another moment that erases Tobio. But maybe he would show it to you. It could serve as a reminder that he’s not what you deserve. You deserve better, you deserve him. Not some rich yet other powerful setter. You have him, you should forget about Tobio Kageyama.

Yeah, you should savor this moment until the very end. Because many more will come where Tobio won’t be in the picture. Atsumu made that promise to himself.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Atsumu’s sweat prickled on his forehead as he watched you bounce on Tobio’s cock— his head thrown back against the leather seat, fingers brushing against your nipples through the dress very so often as it elicits soft moans from you. But he could tell you were trying to keep it down. He could tell Tobio was fucking you good.

“T-Tobio, mmh—! I think I’m close already!” You whined against his clothed chest, your tears from the sensitivity of earlier streaming down your cheeks with every thrust.

“Already? We just started. You wanted my dick that much when I wrapped that finger around you, baby?” Tobio cooed as he watched you struggle to take him, bouncing ever so lightly as you do. “That’s okay— I intend to make you cum for however much it takes. Not every day you get proposed to, Y/N. I won’t let you forget.”

“Baby, please! Go faster, ‘s too big,” You whined at his words, causing Tobio to scoff as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind on the headrest of the front seat.

“Was tongue fucking you not enough prep, my love?” Tobio asked as he pinned you, his thrusts getting faster at your request, to the point where you throw your head back against the headrest of where your hands were pinned. “Thank god I’m marrying you and this tight pussy. I’m sure this will be a common occurrence. But that’s okay, I’ll fuck you loose. Loose from me. Me only, love.”

Ya liked this, L/N-san? I could make ya scream next time. I’ll do it. I won’t hold ya back from yer beautiful and dirty sounds like Tobio-kun— I’ll help ya let it all out…

Atsumu’s grip on his own cock increased in speed as he heard your moans become louder. He felt bad for you as he palmed himself— what if someone hears? That’d be embarrassing and a little clumsy of you. You get to come while filthy people watch— watch Tobio thrust up into you faster as he gets closer to reaching his own climax. Mouth latching onto your neck and hands tugging at his dark locks in the tinted windows of an unnecessarily expensive sports car. Your delicious view of tits bouncing right in Tobio’s face, making him groan into your skin and grope the flesh harder.

“Fuck—engh! Y/N, it’s honestly like your getting tighter. But I’m a bit confused, love, aren’t you enjoying this a bit much?” Tobio chuckled at your fucked out expression. “I guess I’m planning on marrying you for a reason. I get to fuck and understand this pretty little body all by myself. Of course, you—fuck—you want that too, huh?”

You were enjoying this so much, L/N-san. I’ll give ya this and more. I will.

“You’re jus’ too big for me to handle sometimes, Tobio, I can’t—mmh—! Help it!” Your breathy moan escaped with your words, leaning against his torso to steady yourself as you feel yourself getting undeniably closer to your release.

“Damn right I am. We didn't order any drinks and you're already drunk on my cock," Tobio chuckled at your helplessness. "I bet you were just waiting for me to get down on my knees for you, hm?"

"I've been waiting for months—fuck— months for you to propose, Tobio," Your riding slows from your legs giving out, causing Tobio to groan and resort to thrusting upwards into you since you clearly can't do it yourself. "'M so happy you did."

"'M happy I did too, baby," Tobio smiled, genuinely, before increasing the speed of his thrusts, capturing your swollen and plump lips with his own, as if pouring his heart out with it.

Atsumu groaned as he felt his orgasm hit him like a rock, his cum spurting out of his hands in an intense manner onto his disgraceful seat in the audience. Your final moan being loud enough that Tobio had to muffle it with his mouth on yours. The wet clashing sounds that came from your swollen lips and tongues wanting to be closer than ever. His arms sneaking around your back, pulling you closer as you both road out your amazing high; hands blazing a fiery trail across your waist and up to your back. He kissed you with much force that Atsumu was unsure if you had to pull away to breathe and compose yourselves.

But to his surprise, you pulled away and pressed a soft kiss against Tobio’s cheek— falling tiredly into his chest. He didn’t even pull out— he let you sit still on his softened cock— feeling the occasional thumping of your painted walls that are clamped around him. Tobio held you in comforting silence, feathering sweet kisses to your pretty little head.

Atsumu groaned the moment he heard Tobio mutter an ‘I love you’ into your ear, you murmuring one just as soft and sincere. He fought the urge to gag at the sincerity and realness in your confessions to one another. In the next practice match— even an official— he would make sure to target him a lot more rough than usual. What was this supposed to be? It was way too real to be a joke. It pissed him off.

His legs began to give out and shake from his crouching position, Atsumu lightly gasped as he lost balance in his knees, causing the bush in his hiding position to ruffle from his shifting movements. His eyes widened as he saw Tobio twitch his head in his direction.

Fuck— he needed to get out of here. Atsumu clasped his cum-stained hand to his mouth and nose, covering any slight movement or noise of his breathing being held in. He was not going to get caught.

“What’s wrong?” You mumble into his chest, from feeling him shift suddenly. Tobio turned back to look at you in his arms, softly carding his fingers through your hair.

“Did you hear that?” Tobio muttered as he held you close to his body, hearing you mumble a no against his chest, nuzzling against his warmth. “Thought I heard somethin’.”

“Probably the wind,” You suggested, looking up at him, your lips moving from his chest up to his exposed neck, and placing a trail of soft kisses up his Adam's apple, causing your lips to vibrate from his throaty chuckle. You gasped as Tobio lightly yet roughly tugged your head back slightly with your hair, forcing you to face him up, you tightening around his length as he looked into your eyes, smirking darkly.

“Probably,” He whispered, pecking your lips. “Or probably not. Either way, you’d like it if some fucking creep watched me fuck your brains out though, huh? Or if they heard your moans, wouldn’t you be ashamed, love?”

“I w-would!” You let out a whimper at the sharp thrust that came from Tobio, Atsumu’s mouth agape at Tobio’s words.

“Tch. Lies,” Tobio muttered, as he dipped his mouth to bite lightly at your neck, thrusting up once more aggressively. “My soon-to-be wife and also my pretty little whore. Mine. No one will ever get to fuck you dumb like this— all mine.”

“Only y-yours,” You moaned at Tobio’s rough touch, causing him to groan against your skin.

“And you will be— from now on until forever, you understand that?” Tobio looked at you with lust and love all at once— intensifying the way his thrusts felt as you felt another orgasm approach your sensitive cunt that was cockwarming him not too long ago.

“Mhm—! Forever, Tobio,” You purred as he sped up his thrusts, causing your legs to shake as you couldn’t help the way you immediately gushed around him hard, therefore fulfilling Tobio’s promise— one that caused the car to lightly shake as well.

Holy fuck.

Atsumu practically came untouched for the third time— his legs definitely gave out as his orgasm ripples through his body, he felt himself fall on his ass, quietly— but he couldn’t leave yet. That was unbelievably the most real shit he's ever seen. Not just because he wanted to see if this would go even further or if you would go for round four, but because if he gets up he’ll immediately be seen.

Tobio pressed a softer kiss against your forehead and a longing one against your lips before gently lifting you off his cock, and helping you fix your messy dress, lowering it down your legs, and pulling your creamed panties up your filled pussy. You shivered at the wet sticky-ness before letting Tobio carry you back into the front seat, helping you with the seatbelt before going up to the driver's seat.

Tobio didn’t even waste time— he was more than likely to continue the real thing at home. To give you his all tonight and expect you to take it without question. Atsumu envied that, he envied that deeply. He's never gotten to experience fucking that came with sincere emotions that intensified the orgasms pulled from both sides. And to an extent, it stung that he had to wait for you to drive away with the man before he stood up from his hiding spot— sighing at the feeling of blood rushing down his legs due to the fact he was crouched for a long while. He shook off the dirt from his knees before he walked to his own apartment.

And that was what made Atsumu’s smile widen horrifically as he watched you approach the team the following week; and hand out the tickets for today’s practice match trip. Atsumu is always the most excited when it comes to field trips. He gets to spend more time with you! Well, as much as you’d let him, of course. Baby steps. He’ll have to take his time before trying again— he wouldn’t want what happened last week to occur again. He’ll give it time.

You’ll come around, of course. He’s sure of it.

And approximately a few feet (yet what felt like miles away) his own teammate stood with just as much darkness and lust in his eyes. The darkness that presents the goal of having you in every filthy way imaginable; darkness in his pretty curls.

Darkness that's quite similar to Atsumu's. All while, of course, is perfectly concealed by the fabric over his mouth— that masked his own expressions about you.

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storge, i.

. . . an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, base on similarity.

MINORS DNI.

—This series will have nsfw themes + scenes.

wc: 1.6k | hanamaki takihiro, matsukawa issei, camgirl!reader.

— fluff, angst, suggestive ; established relationship, slowburn, mentions of sugar mommy/sugar baby relationship, usage of ‘slut’+ so unlike oikawa’s series, this second four-parter is going to be heavily suggestive and will have nsfw scenes. only +18 kids are allowed in this one, i’m sorry. but the next one after this is more light and humorous and will have context on what happened here!

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It doesn’t surprise you when the iced tea splashes down thickly and cold down Matsukawa Issei’s head and neck. You saw it coming as soon as Makki elbowed you, looked up, and saw the darkened aura of her expression and the vice-grip she had on the glass.

“I hope you live a miserable life, Matsukawa,” she forced through gritted teeth and glittering eyes. She didn’t spare either you or Makki a glance as she walked out to her awaiting friends, giving out their own curses with their eyes as they took her in their arms and out of the mess hall.

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storge, i.

. . . an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, base on similarity.

MINORS DNI.

—This series will have nsfw themes + scenes.

wc: 1.6k | hanamaki takihiro, matsukawa issei, camgirl!reader.

— fluff, angst, suggestive ; established relationship, slowburn, mentions of sugar mommy/sugar baby relationship, usage of ‘slut’+ so unlike oikawa’s series, this second four-parter is going to be heavily suggestive and will have nsfw scenes. only +18 kids are allowed in this one, i’m sorry. but the next one after this is more light and humorous and will have context on what happened here!

masterlist. ; tip jar ! ; next: storge ii.

It doesn’t surprise you when the iced tea splashes down thickly and cold down Matsukawa Issei’s head and neck. You saw it coming as soon as Makki elbowed you, looked up, and saw the darkened aura of her expression and the vice-grip she had on the glass.

“I hope you live a miserable life, Matsukawa,” she forced through gritted teeth and glittering eyes. She didn’t spare either you or Makki a glance as she walked out to her awaiting friends, giving out their own curses with their eyes as they took her in their arms and out of the mess hall.

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STAINS ON HIS SUIT

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

WARNING$: NSFW, SWEARING, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, OLD CRINGE WRITING.

THING$ TO KNOW: MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, REPOST FROM MY SFW BLOG ( @hotboyrenji )

$UMMARY: SEEING ISSEI SUIT WAS A AN OCCURRING VIEW BECAUSE OF HIS WORK. BUT SOMETHING ABOUT SEEING HIM IN A SUIT TONIGHT STIRRED SOMETHING DEEP IN YOU.

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VIPERWOOIN 2021

seeing issei in a suit was nothing new. his job required him to step out in one every now and then so the sight is something you see often but never can stop the shiver that runs straight to your core. this time it isn’t a job event that the only time you get to admire him is when he’s getting ready, this is a ‘very high class’ party that oikawa invited the two of you, makki and iwa to for his amazing wins in the olympics and him coming home for a month. this time you got to admire him get ready but also got to spend the night gawking at him.

well right now it’s more like he gets to watch you get ready, he’s been doing so for the past three hours since you hopped out of the shower. you were on the floor infront of your full length mirror doing your makeup while your hair was for last. the loud music coming from your speaker was enough to get you excited for the night ahead. oikawa warned everyone that it wasn’t a normal little get together, no far from that, everyone had to wear suits or a fancy dress, no shirt and jeans shit. he rented out a room used for wedding receptions and the needed amount of rooms in the hotel for everyone attending so no one had to worry about getting home. when you asked how much it all cost he held a dramatic hand to his chest “you dont want to know (y/n) my bank account is still not to happy with me”.

the sound of the bed creaking behind you brought you out of your daydream to see issei stretching and walking towards the bathroom. “m’ gonna shower so you know that means we don’t have long left so chop chop miss perfect”. “i know i know i’m nearly there”. truthfully you weren’t and slightly started panicking. quickly finishing off your make up you moved onto the hair on your head when you heard the shower start and a deep voice try to sing along to the lyrics coming from your speaker. when the noise of the water hitting the tiles came to a stop you were just adding the finishing touches to your hair. emerging from the steamy bathroom was your lover in all his glory with a blue towel hanging low on his waist. looking at him through the mirror you could see the muscles moving in his broad back as he fished for black button up, black suit jacket and black slacks. “don’t be staring too hard now, might burn holes in my back”. the sudden noise of his voice making you scowl at him and stand to your feet to get your own outfit.

just watching him dress himself was mesmerising. the way the crisp black shirt sleeves strained around his biceps had you drooling, the way his thick fingers did up the tiny buttons, leaving the top two undone to show his tan upper chest, the way he jumped into his slacks that were a tad tight around his thighs and ass but still had him looking gorgeous. remembering your on a time crunch you get into your own clothes and look for your shoes in the collection on your floor. as you were bent over you felt a pair of hands on your hips and a force that nearly had you flying push into your ass. letting out a yelp you stand up to see the culprit with a traditional lazy smirk on his face. “fakebanging really? what are we, in high school again ‘sei?” you sighed at the laughing man, “sorry, sorry i just couldn’t resist when it’s there for the taking” he said referring to your own behind and landing a slap then a squeeze. “this outside really does you good, look so gorgeous. like always”. he whispered the last part lowly into your ear, “okay sweet talker, let’s get going before you make us late again”. you said leaving him spluttering out a response; “it’s always your fault excuse me”.

arriving surprisingly ontime you went inside to find the others while issei parked the car up. walking to the entrance of the large room two men stood infront of you asking for your invitation proof. pulling it from your purse you held it out to one of them and he gave you a nod to signal you can finally go in. ‘i know he said high class but god, i thought he was joking’. you thought as you closed your purse back up and moved to find your three friends.

seeing a head of strawberry blonde hair and the unforgettable sound of saids laugh, you made your way over to your high school best friend who you’ve seen a few weeks ago, but it felt like years. “makki!” you shouted over the music to try catch his attention. whipping his head in the direction of your voice he threw his hands up, spilling some of his fruity cocktail in the process. “(y/n) get over here!”. speeding up as much as you could you made your way to embrace him in a hug. the fabric of his turtle neck under his suit jacket smelt just the same as it has all these years.

“you probably seen him two days ago, where’s my reunion hug hm?”. now you couldn’t forget the bass of that voice. “hajime oh my god! you look so different!”. he did change quite a bit from the last time you seen each other “i’d say i do, all i did was get a tan” laughing slightly and embracing you with a pair of strong arms “no no i think you’ve grown a bit”. you commented seeing how he was growing to the same height as makki nearly “nah that’s his elevator shoes.” takahiro butted in with a sly laugh “watch it pinky. where’s mattsun (y/n)? he ditch us or something?” iwaizumi questioned the absence of one of the groups friends. “oh no he’s parking the car, but he is taking a while now that you mention it” as you finished telling iwa where he was you were about to turn to see where he was until a pair of large hands landed on your hips and shook your frame, electing a quiet yelp from you. “bitching about me now huh?”. you looked up at your lover while placing a hand on your heart from the intensity of the scare he just gave you. “don’t scare me like that asshole” placing a kiss on your cheek he gave you ‘condolences’ “my dearest apologies munchkin.” “don’t say that.”



“long time no see”. iwaizumi opened his now even bulkier arms to welcome issei into a hug. “i know man it’s been too long, you look good though”.

the three of you started talking about life and such, what it was like for iwa in the states, if makki is yet to secure a job, and why on earth issei is employed in a funeral home. just normal things. by instinct you went to bring your glass to your lips to take a sip but you realised you were yet to buy yourself one. “i’m going to get a drink, what do you want ‘sei?” he bends down to where his ear is right by your mouth giving you a whiff of his expensive cologne you love. “hm? oh just the usual please baby”. the way his deep voice went straight through you had you squeezing your thighs together before leaving to the bar.

singing softly and tapping your fingers to the beat of ‘Super Freak’ as you waited to be served you couldn’t help but amdire issei from afar. the way he dwarfed his tall friends and how when one of them told a joke, his broad shoudlers shook and that smile that crinkles his eyes appear. to onlookers you probably look like someone eyeing up a stranger. but to people who know you, you just look as- “helplessly in love as always, (y/n)~”. the high, but low pitched voice broke you out of your gaze to turn around and see the host of the night. “toru, my god you scared me!. where have you been all night?”. he matured since graduation, his once pale complexion now tan like iwaizumi and he’s also grown aswell. “oh you know just greeting my many fans.” you gave him a : ‘really?’ look at his high and mighty claim. “okay not really i was just caught up in old relatives stories. what about you i haven’t seen you and your lovely lover all night either”. you weren’t suprised that he’s been caught up with family, he has been gone for a few years now. “we’ve been with makki and iwa i just came to get a drink.” he didn’t give you much time to breathe after you finished explaining to gasp out a reply, “they’re with you aswell?! well we need to fully reunite then. bartender!”. the way his eyebrows shot up his forehead had you doubling over in laughter. you got your drinks given to you and tried to steady them as oikawa pulled you through the crowd quickly.

the ‘full reunion’ had been going on for about 2 hours now, moving from the table you all sat at, to the dance floor when a song you all knew came on. you were a bit tipsy yes but not enough to make your head and vision blurry, just enough to slightly stumble. issei was practically fine like the heavy weight he is. you’re once again, watching him from afar as he’s on the dancefloor with makki and oikawa. he’s lost his jacket due to the constant sweating from moving around, he’s now undone 3 buttons and rolled up his sleeves to his mid forearm.just the sight of his has your already wet panties starting to get soaked. “if you’re going to fuck him, please at least, for the sake of us, bring him to the room”. the interruption to your daydream made you suck in a gasp of air and turn around to see who startled you. iwaizumi was sitting with his cheek resting on his palm and looking at you with a bored expression. “so vulgar iwa! of course i’ll bring him to the room, after a round in the toilets.” you said the last part with a smirk and let out a laugh at his response, “god please no details i don’t need to know! i’m still scarred from walking in on you to when we went to spain”. “huh? when did- oh yeaahhh! i remember that haha! that was funny”. you laughed with him at the memory coming back. “for you it might’ve been” he shot back. the laugh you let out was enough to attract the curious three away from their dancing.

“oi oi oi whats so funny it has (y/n) busting a lung?” makki said looking at you holding your stomach. “nothing nothing don’t worry just, an inside joke.” an offended looking oikawa butted in: “hah?! iwa and (y/n) have an inside joke without me? i feel betrayed. like i lost a part of myself.” he supported himself with an arm against the table in his attempt to be wounded. “iwa, where’s akari?”.makki questioned after not seeing the mans date. “oh she’s coming in a while, woman problems she said”. “what did i say hm?”. the said woman came up behind iwaizumi and placed her hands on his shoulders. she didn’t let the man respond as she spotted you and moved to wrap her arms around your neck. “let me see let me see!” you moved to grab her left hand and look at the shining diamond that adorned her ring finger. “gorgeous isn’t it?”. she fawned at the sight of you admiring the ring “i’m jealous! i want one” you heard your own lover place the drinks down beside you and shot him a glare. you always do when someone asks you two about marriage. his eyes widened and he froze for a split second before relaxing and placing the glasses on the table. “good things come to those who wait my dear”. he said in a sultry voice while lifting your from your seat and sitting on it himself before placing you onto his lap. “she must be fucking spectacular for waiting nearly a decade.” the whole table erupted in laughter at makki’s comment and the two others nodding their heads in agreement.

the late night bled into the early morning and no one was giving signs of going to bed. but you just wanted—needed— at least 1 round with issei, just to get rid of the ache between your thighs and then come back down and join everyone. the constant shuffling on his lap was enough to make him notice. “everything ok?”. he whispered, putting his chin on your shoulder and stroking up and down your thigh. “hm? oh yeah just, want sum’thing” “what’s something?” you looked over your shoulder at him then buried your face in his neck. “m’ not saying s’ embarrassing”. he let out a short deep laugh at your mumbled response. “i’m sure it’s not that bad is it like, girl problems? oooh did you like get pussy blood on your outfit?”. the look of confusion and disgust that was written across your face gave him the impression he’s very wrong. “then what’s wrong? talk to me pretty girl.” “wan’ you ‘sei”. it look him a second to realise what you meant and when he did his pants tightened ever so slightly. “oh you want me? well i’m right here doll, you have me right now”. his voice had noticeably gone down an octave and it sounded just as deep in your ear “you know what i mean ‘sei stop teasin’”. you weren’t in the mood to deal with his god awful teasing right now. “m’ not teasing baby isn’t that what you mean?”. “issei stop” you gave him a look and ground yourself on his growing erection making his grip on your thigh tighten. “you really want it? fine then. we’re just gonna go to the room for while (y/n) has a uhh, woman problems”. issei said to the group while standing up, supporting you with a strong arm around your waist. “no problem man see you in a bit” “hope your ok (y/n)!”.

as the pair of you were leaving the remaining four of the group all looked at each other. “we all know what they’re doing right?” makki said with a raised eyebrow. “of course, just hope they actually do come back” iwa followed up knocking back one of the shots oikawa brought over.

the walk to your room for the night felt like it would never end. the long hallways looked as if they went on forever. finally, you reached the elevator and luckily people were getting out so you could just step in and press your floor button. you leaned against the left wall taking some of the pressure of your heels that were killing your feet all night. you couldn’t relax for long because once you did issei came infront of you, towering your frame making you feel tiny. his hands snaked around behind you and gave one grope to your ass before moving back around to the front to dip under the waistband of your trousers. “issei! not in here fucking hell someone could walk in”. you weren’t to fond of someone seeing you in such a position. “shut up, your the one that dragged me away from our friends just so you could get fucked.” you weren’t ready for his harsh words already and they shot down to where his hand was resting outside your underwear. “n-no! it’s not like that”. “oh? then what is it?”. met with silence he knew you didn’t have an answer to his question. “ ‘s what i thought, bet if i stick my hand in your panties i’ll know the answer.” he didn’t even wait for you to give him a response before he moved them to the side and slid one finger from your soaking hole to your throbbing clit. the tiny action had your knees slightly bucking and a quiet whimper leaving your sealed lips. “ fuckin’ knew it, your dripping, just for me hm?” he covered his groan with sultry words to make you weak for the man. “y-yeah issei for you, only you”. the loud ding of the elevator reaching your floor had him quickly withdrawing his hands from your pants and moving it to the small of your back to lead you out of the old couples way.

watching him scan the key card to let you in made you feel like you were stuck in time, the way his hands, adorned with thick and thin silver rings, made the key card look tiny, it had you wanting to reach about and grab his hand just to be holding it, it just felt like you had to. technically he was touching you but not holding your hand and bringing you into the room lovingly. no, his hand was in your hair pulling strands from the roots and pushing you through the door.

he sits himself on the edge of the bed and gives you a look that you know exactly what it means. not wanting him to get even more annoyed you quickly started to undress for him. not wanting to waste anymore time you now stood before him stark naked for his eyes to roam your figure. he flicked his head back, silently telling you: “c’mere”. you walked over to him and placed your hands on his wide shoulders while his snaked to the back of your thighs and ass, slowly rubbing circles into the skin. “issei please”. your quiet voice made him look up and you but his hands kept moving. “hm? what do you want?”. if your being honest, you don’t know what you want, what are you begging for? well him of course but if you say that he’s just tease you and keep asking you what you want. suddenly, a loud clap filled the once silent room, the force you felt on your right cheek and the loud noise was enough to knock you out of your thoughts and snap your head to the side. “i asked you a fucking question, you gonna answer me?”. “please issei just, just-fuck!-do something please i need it!”. your high pitched whines were like music to his ears, he’d keep teasing n’ teasing you if he didn’t want to go back downstairs so he’ll just let you have your way.

standing up to his full height and pushing you down onto the bed he went to unbutton his dress shirt till you objected. “wait no, k-keep it on please”. he looked down to see your pleeding eyes looking into his lust filled own. “oh? you want me to keep it on? want me to fuck you like this huh? that what you want?”. “yes issei! yes please just, please please fuck me.” you spread your legs for him to see the way your pussy glistened in the yellowish light of the hotel room. he felt his cock jump slightly in his slacks so he pulled his belt through the loops and off, unbuttoning and zipping his trousers down to let him pull his aching cock out of its confinement’s. he heard you let out a soft moan and looked at you pinching and pulling at your nipples while wating for him. he snapped his eyes to the belt resting beside you and his hands moved quicker than his thoughts. grabbing both wrists without warning he places them above your head and looped it around till you couldn’t move your wrists from where they were stuck. “huh? w-why ‘sei wanna touch you”. the harsh leather digging into your wrists pulled a whine from your throat, as well as the fact that you now couldn’t touch your lover above you. “cant have you touching wants mine baby, need to teach you manners yeah?”.

he moved up on the bed to kneel in between your spread thighs. squirming and bucking your hips to try even feel the tip of his cock bump against you sensitive clit. “wait baby wait, need to prep you first”. the said soothingly while rubbing your thighs and pulling them onto his shoulders and leaving your bum in his lap, leaking pussy by his face ready for him to devour. “yes please please issei need it!”. not wasting anymore time he wrapped his arms around your thighs and used his hands to spread your outer lips and licked a thick stripe up your slit, stopping at your clit and sucking it harshly. the long awaited pleasure had you arching your back and ripping a loud moan from your chest. lifting your arms up you tried to grab his hair and whining when you remembered your hands were confined. separating his mouth from your bud with a pop, he gathered some salvia in his mouth before spitting it onto your twitching cunt. the action made your hips buck up and whine loudly again. “f-fuck ‘sei more need more”. humming at your lack of patience he dove back on latching onto your clit. listening to your request he brought his left hand from your thigh to up to your mouth. “suck” .

He knew how much you loved sucking on his fingers, and he wasn’t going to lie and say he didn’t enjoy it, because he fucking loves it too. The feeling of his thick fingers pushing into your mouth, aswell as the taste of his rings on your tongue made your eyes roll back and tighs tighten around his head. All too quickly, he pulled the digits from your mouth. He didn’t wait long before he moved the hand to your pussy and pushed the two saliva soaked digits into you. “ah, ‘sei fuck feels good baby, want more”. Humming at your soft moans and begs he added another finger along with the two already stretching your for his cock. It always felt so good, his thick fingers stretching you for him to fuck you dumb, showing he doesn’t want you to be in too much of an unpleasant state to not enjoy yourself. You and him both knew he couldn’t wait anymore longer, he was dying to just fuck you already. So he sped up his fingers and his mouth that was still sucking at your clit and dipping in beside his pistoning fingers occasionally. All you wanted to do was grip his hair and pull him even further into your pussy while you came for him, but all the belt was doing was digging into the skin of your wrists every time you tried to reach for him.

“‘m gonna cum ‘m gonna cum, fuck i’m cumming issei!” was the warning you gave him before he felt your release on his tongue, he moved his fingers from inside you to replace them with his tongue and rub quick circles on your clit. Riding out your high until it got to much, you arched your back with kicking legs trying to get away from the man between your thighs. “issei no n-no ‘s too much please.” Finally he listened to you and rose up to sit back on his knees and stopped to admire the sight before him. You were layed out for his eyes, arms bound above your head leaving your bare body for his taking. He couldn’t physically wait another second and went to strip himself off his clothes but remembered what you said. He knew it wasn’t the best idea to stay in his suit as you still had to go back downstairs and he was already sweating through it, but seeing your wide, hungry eyes looking up at him made him resort to just undoing his pants just enough to free his hard cock.

Once he did he could hear the faint whine you let out at the sight of him and he looked to see your eyebrows knitted and a hungry gaze on his cock. “whats wrong pretty girl? You want my cock that bad?” he knew his teasing words were itching at your skin all night and he certainly wasn’t stopping them any time soon. “yes ‘sei yeah, wan’ your big cock so bad, please fuck me now,” he hummed at your begging, silently letting you know it wasn’t that convincing. Whinging for a short second, you then lifted your legs up and as far back as you could without the aid of your hands, so you could show how badly you wanted him. The way the light reflected off your shining juices that covered your cunt had the man gulping down the lump in his throat. Now he knew he couldn’t wait any more, with that he reached out to grab at your thighs and pull you towards him, flip you over and push on your back to arch your ass towards him.

Usually, you loved this position-but tonight all you wanted to do was to touch, to look at issei, first the belt and now this position prevented both of those desires. You were about to protest and beg for him to turn you back over and undo the restraints, but you felt the head of his clock running up your slit and catching your sensitive clit. Just the small action had a loud whine coming from you and pushing your hips back to meet him. Normally he would let you but tonight he gripped a hip with one hand and the other came dawn to slap your right cheek. Of course you couldn’t see his hand reading back, so when you felt his calloused hand met the smooth skin of your ass it caused you to jump and let out a sob into the white sheets beneath you.

“issei please hurry please!” for the umpteenth time tonight more begs left your mouth for him to do something, anything to please the ache.

His strong hand that was on your hip reached up to twist in your hair and pull you do your back was armed against his chest. “I don’t recall you being in charge, do you?” his deep voice went straight through you, his mouth right against your ear so you could feel his laboured breathing. You shook your head snd whispered out a small “no”. knowing he’s wouldn’t be happy with the sorry excuse of a response you clenched your eyes shut and waited for what he’d do next. You waited, Expecting a slap to your ass- or your face again but when nothing came you opened your eyes again and seen him still looking over your shoulder. “is that so? Glad to see we’re on the same page then.” You were surprised to say the least, normally when you don’t answer him probably, he’d give a short quick punishment. But he seemed a bit too compliant. As if you knew, he let go of your hair and pushed you back down but moved off the bed to walk around to the side. Confused, you looked up to the tall man towering over you. He’d grabbed your upper arm and man handed you while he moved to sit up against the headboard. Planting you down in his lap he didn’t give you a as second before he was lifting your hips to finally push his cock into you.

The feeling your craved all night, the slight pain of the stretch that came with sinking onto his thick cock was delicious. Your mouth fell open on its own, eyes rolled back against your will, the pure feeling of him stuffing your cunt was all you needed and more. you’d fallen into his chest from the lack of support by your belt bound arms and the feeling of his fingers dancing up and down your spine brought you back down from the high he brought just by pushing his cock in. “fuck ‘s always so tight angel,” even he was feeling the heavy weight of pleasure already, the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in and barely allowing him to move. “jus’ for you ‘sei, ‘s tight just for you,” it might be the alcohol slurring you words but you swore you sobered up ages ago, now just drunk on his cock and that only.

Issei was quickly getting impatient with how long you were sitting on his lap just trembling and face buried in his shoulder. Quick and sharp he landed a slap on your ass that shook you of of the cock drunk daze. “c’mon angel bounce on my cock for me,” his deep voice rung out in your empty head and made your legs move on their own accord, trying to get the both of you to the awaiting high you needed.

The lewd sound of skin slapping, high pitched moans and strained grunts filled the room and any passers could probably know what’s going down.

It felt like your legs were about to give out from under you at any given second but the pure pleasure and want for him overshadowed the pains in your knees. “fuck issei he-help need help please,” you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep riding him with just your own strength- and he knew to, it was just a matter of how long it took till you were pleading for him to start helping. “yeah, you want my help doll? Want me to fuck into this cunt n’ make you cum nice and hard?” Even just his words could be enough to make you cum on the spot. “mmh need you ‘sei please wanna cum now!” he also knew you’d start getting bratty when he’d hold off on fucking you and teasing for too long. With it, he planted his heels into the white sheets and placed his hands on the bottom of your ass, raising you off his hips just a tad. When he started thrusting up into your pussy with all the strength he could you swore it nearly had you falling out of consciousness. The only indication for him that your still awake his the moans growing even louder right by his ear.

Your waiting friends could probably hear you downstairs with how loud you were now. Even issei found himself letting his grunts, groans and a small moan slip out without biting them back.

“Issei ‘s so good! Do-don’t stop please m’ gonna cum, please let me cum daddy!” hearing you beg for him and your pussy getting tighter around his cock was enough to make him pause and pull you off him onto your back, situating himself to lean back on his thighs and spread you legs outwards for him to slip back in and keep them out there. “Shit baby, getting all tight for daddy hm?” this far in you barely could respond to your lover, only answering him with a quick nod of you head and moans rising an octave.

Issei moved his hands closer to your ankle when he sped his hips up, and when he did he felt the cold metal of the anklet he gifted you with a small ‘i’ resting in the middle. Feeling the jewellery he now needed to hear it jingle by his ear, a small reminder that he’s yours and you’re his. He stopped for a short second, only to move your legs together and kept them there with his arms, one palm going to wrap around your neck. “Said you were gonna cum for me angel, m’ waiting to see you fall apart nice n’ pretty,” “yeah issei ‘m so close, so fucking close, please move I wanna cum!” quietly he chuckled before pushing his hips to meet yours more feverishly than any times tonight.

It was a sight any man or woman alike would die to see, your eyes rolled back, mouth wide with your tongue falling out and one small hand gripping at his bicep while the other was wrapped around his wrist that was constricting your breathing.

Truthfully you could barely utter a word out, and issei always told you to tell him when your about to cum. The only thing you could do before it was close to crashing down on you was to slap at his bicep that your nails were once digging crescent moons into. “Hm? You gonna cum? Such a good girl for telling me, play with your clit while you cum n’ then daddys gonna fill this sweet pussy up.”

Before he could even finish talking your hand found its way to your aching clit and used the juices flowing from you to rub the little button quickly. It didn’t last long before your body froze up and then started shaking in issei’s hold. The high you’ve been wanting all night took over your body with such force it made tears spill from the corner of your eyes, and juices spray out of your cunt, soaking issei’s cock and suit pants.

The mess was the least of issei’s worries, all he cared about was watching you fall apart and then filling you up with his own cum. “shit, fuck that’s it baby so fucking perfect cumming for me, Makin’ such a mess. Gonna cum inside and fill this cunt up, you want that angel?” he knew you were still recovering—maybe even still cumming. But he didn’t expect a verbal answer until one was slurred out of your mouth. “mmh please fill me up ‘sei wan’ be full of cum” He couldn’t even warn you he was cumming, frankly because his own body didn’t warn him. His orgasm hitting like a ton of bricks and pulling gorgeous sounds from his chest. “fuck fuck, (y/n) that’s it, so good—fuck—such a good girl”

Shortly after both of your highs subsided, issei collapsed onto the mattress by your side. “y’ okay baby? you did so good, so proud of you” he let his hand softly run up and down the expense of your spine when you moved to lay your head on his chest. “mmhh, m’ tired but i still wanna go back downstairs.” Issei couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out, growing louder when you sat up and hit his chest telling him to stop.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry please. Let me get you cleaned up and just, dispose of the evidence then we can head down ‘kay?” Carrying you the short walk to the bathroom he set you down on the toilet leaving you to your own business before wiping your body down with a damp wash cloth. “you able to get dressed yourself?” nodding at his question he placed a peck on the thigh he was leaning on then lifted himself to your lips.

After getting yourself back into your outfit you went to the mirror the wall to start fixing your hair and make up. The loud noise of a, hairdryer?, made you jump slightly and look to the bathroom through the mirror. what you saw was issei on his hunkers only in his dress shirt and boxers, other clothing no where to be seen. You shook your head in confusion and left him to whatever he could be doing. Once you were all done up again issei was still at it with the hair dryer, making your confusion grow.

“issei what the fuck are you doi-” the sight of your longtime boyfriend crouched over in just his boxers and a button up, blow drying his cum soaked dress pants made you double over in laughter harder than it should’ve. “Oh yeah no, go ahead, laugh at me. If it was you i’d still be the one down here drying your pants,” he watched you with a scowl on his face, not amused at how funny you were finding the current situation. “but they aren’t mine, they’re yours silly,” “eh duh, you’re the one that wouldn’t let me take them off. that’s it, you set me up! Making me the laughing stock of the night.” His pure idiotic reasoning made you laugh even more and him sulk even harder. “please stop I need to go before I piss myself” leaving him to his dilemma tears in your eyes to put your shoes on. “hold on just a second, your gonna leave without me?” he rushed up and out of the bathroom with his trousers in hand and the other on his hip, as if he was a mother scolding their child. “well unless your ready then yeah” turning his head with a scoff he retreated back to the bathroom while shouting out to you. “the absolute betrayal i’m facing, I give you everything and you leave like that. i’m not just some hooker y’know”

By the time he got you to help him dry his pants—and got you to stop laughing—the pair of you we’re finally able to head back down to the party hand in hand, trying to seem as unsuspicious as possible. “now remember your meant to be sick, so don’t go downing shots the minute we get there,” “ easy for you to say.”

“and they return! You feelin’ better now (y/n)?” the first to greet you was makki, of course even drunker than when you left. In fact every one was when you had walked in you seen iwa and his fiancée dancing together out on the floor and oikawa was currently face down on the table looking lifeless. “haah?! (y/n) is back?!” well ‘was’ looking lifeless. “i’m here too y’know” issei grumbled before taking a seat beside his best friend. “(y/n) let’s go get drinks!” with no time to answer oikawa pulled you off and over to the bar.

“was there a little spillage in the village up there, or are you just very happy to see me,” makki lowly said to issei while sipping his jaeger bomb. “shut your mouth or I swear i’ll shut it for you and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine,” “ooh kinky.”

Aberration - Chapter 8

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 3.2k

A/N: AIGHT FINALLY CHAPTER 8 IS DONE. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT, I’M NERVOUS.

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, torture, abuse, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing. More to come.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Sitting at your desk, your notes lay open, as if mocking you. Your chin is resting in your hand, mind wandering back to yesterday’s events.

~flashback~

“Now Kitten, Kiss me.”

You let out a tiny whimper, unable to move or resist. As you inch closer to the psycho, your mind wanders back to what Aizawa said. Since his quirk is currently suppressed, you should be able to get out of it on your own.

Trying to push past the fogginess in your mind, you focus on the feeling of your fingers. Breaking through that fog was hard but you were finally able to grab hold control of a single finger. That’s when you pointed it at your side and flicked it towards you. It activated your quirk, causing your pen to fly at you and stab you in the leg, breaking hold of Shinso’s quirk.

You stumble backward as you snap out of your chance, whimpering at the pain in your leg. Your gaze shoots up, a mixture of hatred and fear adorning your features. That’s when the door to Shino’s cell bursts open and three guards come barging in. Two grab hold of Shinso as the third carefully escorts you out. But not before you hear a few final words from the psychopath.

“Oh my, kitten. You are as strong as I hope you’d be. I can’t wait to make you mine!”

~end of flashback~

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help, my boyfriend has no sex drive! (3)

Pairing: Kenma x Reader (f)

Genre: smut, fluff

Contains: smut; thigh highs; semi-clothed sex; unprotected sex; oral sex (f receiving); fingering; cum eating (?); creampie; virginity kink; established relationship; forgotten homework ):

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1 || Part 2

“Fuck, it’s cold!” 

You curse under your breath as you rub your legs together underneath the blanket, desperate for any semblance of warmth in the freezing apartment. With the arrival of winter, Tokyo has steadily gotten colder and colder each day. Despite wearing your thickest pair of fleece pajamas and cocooning yourself in a bundle of thick blankets on the couch, you feel gooseflesh lining your slightly trembling legs. Each time you accidentally brush your feet against your shins underneath the blankets you recoil from the frostiness of your own toes. 

At your limit, you snatch your cell phone off the coffee table to open the Amazon app, intending to buy a pair of thermal tights to be express shipped. 

Instead, your eyes land on a conveniently placed advertisement on the home page. 

Extra Warm Fuzzy Thigh High Stockings 3 Pack for Women

Immediately enticed by the words “extra warm” you click on the image. The page loads to reveal a variety of colors to choose from along with some product information about the material and a satisfaction guarantee. You scroll down to read a few reviews, almost all citing positive experiences and expressing surprise to find how “cozy and warm” the stockings are despite their low price.

Thoroughly persuaded, you quickly select a set of versatile colors before using the one-click “Buy Now” feature. 

Just as you receive the notification of an order confirmation email, you hear the front door of the apartment open before your boyfriend tiredly shuffles inside. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Kenma murmurs, slightly struggling to shrug off his thick puffer coat. “Yoshida-san wanted to talk again…”

You laugh at that, recalling just how talkative the elderly lady from two doors down tends to be. Once the woman finds someone willing to listen to her rambling, she can go on for hours about topics ranging from her own life story to what types of seasonal fruit her grandchildren like. You can very clearly picture your awkward boyfriend, feeling too guilty to interrupt as Yoshida-san complains about the local markets increasing the price of eggs for thirty minutes. 

“You need to be more selfish, KenKen,” you chastise playfully as you hop up off the couch to help him with removing the complicated layers of winter outerwear from his person. 

“Tell people what you want to and don’t want to do. Yoshida-san would understand; you’re a full-time student and eboy, you’re busy.”

Kenma shoots you a disgusted look at your favorite way to refer to his streaming career to which you only cackle. With a few calculated tugs, you manage to remove his coat and hang it on the rack beside the door.

“Anyway, I’ll go ahead and call for dinner—I was thinking we could get sukiyaki and watch a movie for tonight,” you suggest, already making a beeline for your phone.

“Okay.”

The rest of the night is spent comfortably for you two, cuddled up on the couch while you both eat warm soup and watch a fantasy movie Kenma picked out. You hardly have any interest in the contents on the screen but you relish in the warmth provided by both the food and your boyfriend.

You all but forget about your Amazon order until two days later when Kenma comes home with a cardboard box in his hands.

“It says it’s for you,” Kenma says simply, handing the box over to where you sit on the couch. 

Your brows furrow in confusion for a moment before the realization hits and you nearly tear the box apart in your excitement to open it. Kenma lingers to the side, seeming curious about what could garner such a reaction from you. With your university student budget, it is rare that you buy anything outside of necessities and an unhealthy amount of take-out, so you are unsurprised by Kenma’s apparent curiosity. 

You grin as you pull the neatly folded pile of multi-colored soft material from the opened box, holding them in the air for him to see.

“It’s my new thigh highs! I was tired of feeling like I was in danger of getting frostbite in our own apartment.”

You drop all but a pair of striped pink ones back into the box and quickly shift to try them on, oblivious to how Kenma’s curious gaze has morphed into something akin to mild horror. The material glides easily up your bare legs, stopping just above mid thigh. 

“Ooh—they’re so soft,” you cheer, standing up to test their slipperiness on the wooden floors. Kenma swallows thickly from his post, eyes lingering on where your plush thighs slightly spill over the tops of the stockings. 

He nearly goes into cardiac arrest when you lift your right leg in his direction, toes unintentionally mere centimeters from his crotch. 

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what’s thicker than water - pirate bakugou x witch f!reader

ch 1 /  ch 2

summary - in a world where magic is formed by the bonds between  humans and gods, love is the only pathway to power.

a/n: vaguely pirates of the carribean themed au, eventual smut, violence(phsyical), guns, piracy, witchcraft, allusions to past torture under suspicion of witchcraft, bakugou is simp who cant articulate his feelings. murder.mention of major character death(readers husband, offscreen)(not voodo or anything that feels weird and appropriative.) eventual smut. 

minors/ageless blogs dni

wc: 6,644

The mast doesn’t snap, but smolders, bursting into flame at the top as the sea begins to toss the ship. Bakugou cocks his gun, pressing it harder against your forehead as the white light wraps around your bodies as the wind picks up. 

“Calm the sea,” he barks, the light becoming blinding. 

“Take the gun from my head,” you snap back. “Hecate doesn’t like to be threatened.” He looks at his crew, at the barrels starting to roll across the deck, and holsters his weapon. Almost immediately, the sea calms, and a gentle rain begins to fall. It’s not often that the deck of a pirate ship is silent, but as the streams of light connecting you and Bakugou fade the only sound is the slap of the waves against the hull. Without another word Bakugou grabs you by the hair and drags you forward, leaving you gasping in pain, scrambling to crawl behind him. You slide down the stairs, bruising your palms when you lose your balance. He kicks open the door to his bedroom and throws you on the ground. 

“Start talkin’.” He snarls. “I wanna know how this shit works, where it comes from, everythin’. Right fucking now, and if you leave anything out I will tie your ass to our anchor, and throw you the fuck overboard.” You take a deep breath. 

“Alright, alright, Captain.” You wipe your tears and he feels a twinge of unbidden remorse that he shoves down. He hands you his handkerchief, refusing to make eye contact while you dab at your face. There’s a knock on the door, 

“Ah,” Sero calls, “Where too?” 

“Open fucking ocean.” Bakugou calls. “I’ll be back soon.” He turns to you, pulling the chair at his desk out, and sitting down, leaving you kneeling at his feet. “Any minute now, dumbass.” You reach for your voice, and find it, somewhere, deep within yourself. 

“M-my grandmother, she was engaged to a violent man, and on the eve of her wedding, was going to throw herself from the clock tower in her village.” Bakugou nods. “But at the last moment, Hecate appeared to her, and offered to take care of the man, and to grant her the power to protect herself, and two generations of daughters.” You look up at him, trying to read his perfectly neutral expression, seeing only tanned disinterest. 

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the physical nature of good and evil, pt 3

Summary: Dr. Bakugou Katsuki has always thought women and men had a natural place in the world, after meeting you, he’s not so sure. His alter ego, Mr. Hyde? Also unhelpful.

part 2

word count: 7,251

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CW: PLEASE READ Victorian Era Au, Dr. Jekyll!Bakugou Katsuki, Victorian Era Sexism, “Hysteria”, EXREMELY Dub!con, reader consents to be treated but the treatment is an orgasm, sooo, do with that what you will. Smut, cursing, arranged marriage, use of aphrodesiacs, predator prey kink, d*cryphilia(I mean it’s bakugou) dumbification, impact play, bondage, implied miscarriage, blood mention,  use of culturally insensitive language about mental health, implied past abuse, murder, blood mention, Dr. Bakugou is in his late twenties. Reader is in their mid/early twenties, f!reader, has hair long enough to style in a victorian way, and that can be tucked behind your ear. bkg talks a lil more proper in this because its victorian england and also i said so. violence(physical)

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When he gets home you’re sitting in the parlor a little more than halfway through the book he left you. Your dress is white and simple, spilling across the green velvet sofa you sat on, one hand holding your face, squishing your cheek as you support the weight of your head. You don’t jump when he comes in, you don’t move at all until he clears his throat, standing in the entrance hallway. Then you lift your head. 

“Doctor?” You ask, voice soft, lilting. “How was your day?” You ask carefully, and he grunts, slipping out of his wool coat, hanging it on a hook. 

“Fine.” He sits down next to you on the couch, gestures to the book. “Speak.” 

“I mean, it’s interesting,” you say, “Generally, I prefer nonfiction, but the way that the book attempts to satirize and mock things that it itself is doing, I think it just barely skates by as self-aware humor. The absurdity is,” you pause, Bakugou watches your lips part as you inhale, thinking, “Well used. It was funny. I did laugh.” 

“What else?” He demands, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. 

“I think,” you pause, “It’s interesting that it addresses its own means of creation, so far, I suppose,” you gesture to your thumb holding your place, “Like there are lots of plays about theatres but this is the first book I’ve read that’s in any way about publishing.” His head begins to throb, but he ignores it. 

“Hm.” He rubs his chin. “I saw,” he looks across the room, staring at the fire flickering low in the brick hearth, “I saw a patient today.” 

“I thought you saw several patients today,” you say, the sarcasm spilling from your lips before you can stop it. Instead of getting angry, he groans, burying his face in his hands. 

“Oh my god.” He says, without looking up. “You know what he’s going to do to you if you do that, don’t you?” You swallow, and he lifts his head, looking at you with something new, pleading desperation. “And no one is going to help you.” Your eyes dull, and you put the book down on the table, losing your page and folding your hands in your lap. 

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Mental Health Collab 

A/N: Nekoma College Au, everything is the same but they’re a university team in the American Midwest, Severe Social Anxiety/Panic Attack!Reader, Kenma is a sweet babie in this. 

TW: Large Groups, Panic Attack, Loud Sounds, Tornado Siren

Kenma barely remembers to lift his head when Coach Nekomata leads another unfamiliar student into the gym at the end of practice. There’s something familiar to him about your stance, your body language, the way you orient yourself just slightly less than perpendicular to the group, so that you can avoid any direct gaze. 

“This is y/n.” He says, eyes sweeping across the boys, a warning. 

“Are we finally getting a girl manager!” Lev blurts out, “Because it’s about time!” There’s a smattering of chuckles and Yaku kicks the giant boy in the ankles, hard. 

“No.” Nekomata clarifies. “She’s at the head of the pre-med program and she’s going to be our on-call sports medic for the rest of the season. Do not,” He eyes Lev and then Yamamoto, “Overwhelm her. She’s a professional, here to do a job, a job we’re paying her for.” He nods at you to introduce yourself. You shove your shaking hands in your pockets, you need this money, you need this money, for textbooks. 

“H-hi.” You choke out, giving them a quick nod. Kenma is staring at you, while everyone goes around and says their name, there’s something about the shape of your profile, the air in your voice sounds like a gentle breeze, maybe it’s your eyes, wide and nervous, but he wants to reach out touch you, to see if you’re as soft as you look, as you sound. He rarely feels the desire to enter another person’s space, it’s strange.  But it’s like, he can see where your soul concaves. He can feel your hands shaking in their pockets, can estimate the angle of your slumped shoulders, he can see how perfectly you’d fit nestled against his chest. He must be visibly zoned out because Kuroo reaches over and touches his shoulder. 

“You’re staring, Kenma.” Kuroo says, in an uncharacteristically low voice, reserved for sincerity. “She hasn’t noticed yet, look away.” 

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Contaminated: Ch 2 - ch 1 here

pairings: atsumu x reader, akaashi x reader

summary: When Akaashi(legal counsel for the MSBY Jackals) hires his ex girlfriend to help handle the PR nightmare the Miya Atsumu has become, you confirm his worst suspicions. 1) Someone is attempting to sabotage Japanese Olympians. 2) He is definitely still in love with you. MINORS DNI

a/n: part one, tw: for drugging(not of reader), Akaashi wasn’t a great boyfriend in college, Atsumu is more than meets the eye, but that’s how he likes it. Action/Adventure/Smut W Plot

wc: 6.2K

You’re pacing around Akaashi’s living room, hands doing a nervous dance, pressed to your forehead. 

“You need to breathe.” Akaashi says coolly, leaning back on the couch. “I can call the police.” 

“The voice said not to!” You protest. “Keiji,” you swallow, “Please, please, I’m sorry, it’s not fair, but can you-” You reach for him and he’s already holding you, nestling you gently against his chest. He tucks your head under his chin. 

“Focus on me.” He says, rubbing your back, “Just focus on me until you come back down to earth, and we’ll figure it out together.” You laugh lightly as feeling starts to return to your body, nuzzling into his chest.

“I don’t remember you being this patient.” You sniff, he smells like clean laundry. He nods. 

“I’m not, don’t get used to it.” He closes his eyes, savoring your nearness, your vulnerability, unsure if he’d get to see it again. 

“That’s reassuring.” You mumble. “Nice to know things haven’t changed.”

“You don’t have to make conversation to make me comfortable.” He murmurs. “It’s you, alright, I’m, I’m comfortable.” You nod, and let out a low shuddering breath. 

“They were in my house, Keiji.” 

“After you quit, you should move, I can help-” Your head snaps up to his so quickly that you nearly knock into his chin. “No.” He says seeing the answer in your eyes. “No you are quitting.” You eyes widen.

“Are you kidding? I  have to get to the bottom of this! I need to know what’s going on!” You push off his chest. “You don’t know me at all, if you think I’m gonna quit.”

“I do know you.” Akaashi says, massaging his temples. “And I’ll fire you, for your own safety.” You laugh, a touch of mania to the sound. 

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ch2/ch4

summary: You’d sworn you didn’t want anything to do with your father, or with your family business. You’d left the country for college, and by the time you’d started your second year of grad school your old life felt like a distant untrustworthy memory.

So when he calls you in late November to tell you he’s dying, your carefully constructed boundaries crumble. You agree to come home for Christmas, on the condition that you help him sort out his will.

By the time your plane lands, it’s too late. He’s died under mysterious circumstances while your plane was in the air. Chaos ensues, when millions of dollars, thousands of weapons, and a thriving criminal enterprise are willed directly to you - and your husband.

Just one problem? You’re not married. Yet.

genre: fluff, smut, angst

cws - mafia tropes, guns, threats, violence(physical), yan!oikawa for plot reasons, blood mention, drug mentions, reader’s father is dead, and in this chapter we have his funeral and she eulogizes him. All characters in their mid twenties. f!reader. reader’s skin shows bruises(sorry couldn’t get around this for plot reasons), readers celebrated christmas as a child.

Ch 3: Kuroo I

There’s an awkwardness as the meeting breaks up, it’s clear you’ve never received so much male attention, from your averted gaze and nervously dancing hands. People resist the urge to walk right up to you, so you take Kuroo’s drink out of his hand and sip it. He shakes his head,

“Kitten,” he snatches the drink back, somehow not spilling it on his perfectly pressed suit, “I thought you were too pure to steal.”

“I’ve stolen things!” You retort, non crutch hand flying to your hip in protest.

“Ah,” You hear behind you. You turn and see Akaashi, an apology clear in his gunmetal eyes. “I’d love to borrow the lady.”

“I’m sure you would.” Kuroo smirks. “Lyvochka can babysit.” Lev stands, pouting a little.

“Being your bodyguard is actually a demotion, just so you know,” he mumbles to you and Kuroo just shakes his head and waves you off. You crutch forward, moving awkwardly through the private country club room over to the bar. Lev follows, but Akaashi helps you into a tall stool handing your crutch to the huge blonde, then sitting next to you.

“So,” he says, shifting his weight. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d see you again.” He gets the waiter's attention, ordering a round of drinks with a wave.

“How are you?” You say, and he furrows his brow.

“It’s odd, to have you ask me that.” He looks out the window for a moment. “I’m alright, I suppose. I’m quite worried about you.”

“Am I um,” you lean forward, “What do you think of Kuroo?”

“He’s certainly been a trusted ally over the last few years.” Akaashi muses. “But he’s a dangerous arms dealer, no matter how charming he might be, there’s blood on his hands.” You feel Lev stiffen.

“Akaashi,” you say quickly, quietly, “If um, if you still, I mean if you ever, you know, loved me, I need your help.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he takes both your hands, “Of course I’m going to help.” You look out over the room, nodding.

“I need to know what to do.” Your voice is a teakettles whisper, high pitched and pained. “And I’m so scared of um, of what could happen if I choose wrong.” He takes your good hand. “I need you to tell me what to-” he cuts you off by bushing your hair out of your face.

“This is not a place we can discuss it.” He leans in, so close to you that you can count the freckles on his nose. “You’re alright, he’s treating you alright?” You feel his hand brush your waist and something heavy drop into your pocket. You don’t react at all, just nodding.

“He’s been a gentleman mostly.” You shiver. “He’s a little honest, but I suppose, ah, that’s not a terrible thing in a husband.” Akaashi does a little head shake, surprised.

“You’re thinking of picking him?”

“I am.” You take a sip of your drink. “I always liked dark hair.” The smallest smile crosses his face. “Plus, he’s smart, an ex med student, I could talk to him about my work, and about chemistry, and he’d be able to follow.” You blink a couple of times, remembering, “Oh wait, I’m so sorry, how’s your family, I should have asked, I’ve been so preoccupied with-”

“You buried your father today.” He says, a hand coming to rest on your knee. “I don’t expect you to be concerned with me,” he looks into your eyes, the delicate softness there is like running his hands over the lightest filigree sheets. He wonders, after all these years, if the scars and calluses would catch, and tear holes in you. “But of course you are, because you’re still you.”

“Are you still you?” You ask quickly, feeling the alcohol bringing the blood to your cheeks. You glance down at the scars on his hands, the bulge of the guns in their holsters on his shoulders. “Are you still um, you know, after everything, are you, still-”

“Sometimes.” He says, and the admission is painful, the words sharp enough in his throat to draw blood. “Sometimes I am.”

“I understand.” You say quietly, as he reaches out and inspects your bruise.

“I’ll kill him.” Akaashi mutters. “I’ll do it myself.”

“Please don’t.” You say quickly, and he cocks his head. “I mean, um, I just, I don’t want you to kill anyone.” He looks uncomfortable. “Not for me, at least.” He goes to respond but a Lev places a hand on your shoulder.

“Kuroo wants to leave.” He hands you the crutch. Akaashi gives you another quick hug.

“I’ll see you shortly.” He says. “I promise.” You nod, and Lev helps you out of the room, followed by the rest of Nekoma.

“Not going to let anyone else talk to me?” You say, when Kuroo takes his place at your side.

“I think it was rather generous of me to let you speak with Akaashi.” You slip your hand in your pocket, feeling something cool and glass. Akaashi had slipped you a cell phone. You do your best to keep your reaction from your face. Kuroo helps you into the car, your nostrils filled with the scent of clean leather again, as he pulls you next to him. “So,” he rolls up the partition, “Did I come through or what?” You nod slowly.

“You did for the most part.” You shift uncomfortably. “Oikawa is going hurt me. For sure.” You let out a long shaky breath and Kuroo inspects you for signs of acting, signs of a larger game, and finds none. Only genuine terror.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He says seriously.

“Not that I’m not grateful, but why?” You look up at his handsome face, he’s perfectly clean shaven, you realize, not a nick or a missed spot.

“Because when we’re married,” he says, and your mouth drops open, “I want you to remember what a good job I did taking care of you.” He picks you up and sets you in his lap with a soft grunt. “I want my wife to like me.”

“You do?” You give him a half smile as you stretch a bit to straddle his long legs in your tight black dress. His hands come to rest on your thighs.

“I do.” He says brightly, before leaning in to speak directly in your ear, “Which is why you’re going to show me what Akaashi slipped in your pocket, and I won’t punish you for not telling me the minute we got in the car.” Your blood runs cold,

“Kuroo I-”

“Shhh, Kitten,” He opens his hand, “It’s alright, like I said, you’re not in trouble, I’ll give it back, but I’d appreciate honesty from my fiancee.” You swallow and place the cell phone in his palm with trembling hands. “Oh,” he looks at you, sharply, seeing the fear on your face, “Oh you’re trembling, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He reaches out and cups your face with his free hand. “I’m going to do my best to take care of you, so any help you can offer would be appreciated.” You nod.

“What um,” you ask quietly, still in his lap as the car starts moving away from the country club, back to the city, “What does a punishment from you look like?” He considers.

“I’m a confident man.” He says, after a long period of silence. “I like to be in charge, and if we were married, to a degree, I would expect you to submit to me.” He says all of this without a hint of embarrassment or contrition. “Not I mean, day to day, I’m not going to tell you what to wear, or what to eat, unless you want that. But specifically, in the bedroom.”

“That’s so old fashioned!” You protest, and he shrugs.

“I think you’re going to find very few heads of mafia houses that don’t have similar tastes to me, and besides,” He straightens a little, “Tell me you don’t get a little turned on when I give you an order.” You shake your head, sighing. “Just tell me you don’t like this,” he says, reaching up and wrapping a huge hand around your neck, not squeezing, it’s very gently possessive. He smirks. “Your pupils are so dilated, kitten, it’s okay to say you want me to be in charge.”

“I hate you.” You mutter, looking away, and you feel him tighten his grip and pull your face closer to his own.

“See that kind of insubordination I just can’t tolerate.” He tightens his fist until you’re gasping.

“Kuroo, please,” You wheeze.

“Tell me you want me to stop.” He orders, and you bite your lower lip. He crows with laughter. “Should we see if you’re enjoying yourself?” Your eyes dart over your shoulder, and he shakes his head. “First of all, focus on me, second of all, I don’t give a shit who hears.” His tone gets cold for a second, “Sit still.” His fingers ghost your panties, slipping them to the side. “Awfully wet, kitten,” he purrs, basking in his victory as you shudder in anticipation, “Whatsa a matter, afraid they’ll take away your feminist card if you call me daddy?” Your mouth drops open,

“I’m not going to, ah,” he tightens his grip on your neck again. “Kuroo, I’m,” you gasp, “That’s,” your eyes start to water as you meet his burning amber gaze.

“I can do this all night,” He says flippantly, “You, not so much.”

“F-fine,” you croak, and he relaxes again, letting you breathe, his other hand still barely brushing your sex. He follows your gaze.

“No, if you want more,” he says, “You need to ask for it, and it’s a testament to my good will that after so much resistance I’m still interested in your pleasure at all. That will not always be the case, you have my word.”

“Please,” you beg, “please touch me.”

“A good start.” He says, eyes glinting. “But you’re a smart girl, right, you know what I’m waiting for.”

“Please touch me, daddy.” You plead with him, and he chuckles.

“You are just as cute as I thought you’d be, saying that.” He pushes a single finger inside you, and you nearly double over, but remembering what you’d learned in your limited experience, instead of catching yourself you wrap your arms behind your back, holding onto the opposite elbow. “Look at you!” Kuroo crows, “For that, you can cum when you want to, Kitten, I won’t make you beg.” He slips a second finger inside you, scissoring them a little. You gasp, and lean forward, “Sit up,” he says, “This time I want to watch you.” He’s incredibly skilled, making quick work of you, he’s already got you moaning softly, with gentle reminders to look at him, not to break eye contact, when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb in addition to finding the spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll. You try your hardest to be good, to listen, but your eyes keep flicking to his muscled forearm, tensing as he fucks you with his long fingers.

“Oi,” He says sharply, “Final warning not to break eye contact with me.”

“Y-yes,” you choke out, “Daddy, thank you,” He softens a bit at the title,

“You’re getting close, I can feel it,” You nod emphatically, “Ask permission.”

“Please can I cum daddy,” the words spill from your lips and he smirks,

“Hmmm.”

“Please.” You beg, and he sighs, forcing another moan from your lips when he presses up against the spongey spot inside of you.

“Cum for me.” He orders, and you do, vaulting off the cliff of your orgasm, Kuroo lets go of your neck, and guides your face into his chest, “What a good little kitten,” he purrs as you tremble in his arms, dangling his fingers in your face, and to his shock and delight you seem to understand the implicit command, sucking his fingers gently until they’re clean.

“You just got lucky,” you mumble into his neck, “That I happen to be submissive most of the time in bed, you could be with someone who only likes to peg you.”

“I could sense it.” He brags, “Plus there’s no woman I can’t dominate, you’re all putty in my hands.”

“I think your feminist card is gonna get revoked.” You grumble. He shakes his head.

“Men get to keep ours no matter what, for letting you vote!” He boops your nose, and you roll your eyes, “Ah, ah,” he catches your chin gently.

“Fine.” You grumble, climbing off of him.

“So,” He hands you his cell phone, “I’ve been looking into volcanology programs in Tokyo, I’m not sure how your grades are but these seem to be decent.” You look up at him eyes narrowed. “Yes?”

“Ah,” you choose your words carefully. “Two things. One, um, you really think I’m going to choose you?”

“No one is going to give you as much freedom.” He shrugs. “And that’s what you want, I can tell. The second thing?”

“I think I’m struggling with the tension between the man who wants me to submit to him and the man who picked out two excellent volcanology grad programs for me based on a passing comment?” He shrugs.

“I looked into sedimentology,” He says, “But you’d need somewhere with a specific kind of coastline to get practical field experience in uh, the kind of facies profile, and uh,”

“That was very close.” You smile at him. “But yeah.”

“I have,” the car pulls into the mansion driveway. “Very little use for things that don’t have utility, beautiful women are nice, kitten, good to look at, enjoyable to fuck, but I could never love someone that was simply beautiful.” He pauses, “And listening to you talk today, about your parents, about the love you dreamed you’d have, if you choose me, I will endeavor to give that to you.”

“And the volcanology?” You say, he thinks about it, before opening the door.

“You may have witnessed love as a kind of worship, a kind of radical devotion, in the love your parents had for each other. For me, love is about a deep understanding one person can have of another.” He opens the car door. “You look surprised?”

“You’re still a brute.” You say, after a moment. “Still an arms dealer,” he chuckles, “Even if you’re smart and charming.”

“Sounds like you’re reminding yourself, and not me.” He hands your crutch to one of his men and plucks you off your feet while you squeal. “I have some work to do.” He says, opening the door to his home with his elbow, snow falling around you. “Unfortunately, due to your little untruth, earlier, I suppose,” he couches, when he sees your face fall, “A lie by omission is still a lie, kitten, I will have to restrain you, it’s just a formality, and I promise not to be more turned on by it than would be appropriate.”

“Kuroo!” You protest, and he chuckles.

“You’re adorable when you think your indignance is righteous, but I’ve already promised not to enjoy it.” “You said more than would be appropriate.” You squirm in his arms but he only holds you tighter, carrying you up the ornate staircase.

“And that would be very little, considering the circumstances.” You’re struck now, that you’re no longer in shock, how cozy Kuroo’s mansion is. The wood floors are a golden oak, the walls are soft cream adorned with art, and there are dark complex oriental rugs underneath the dark furniture. There are fireplaces crackling in nearly every room you pass, and the house is completely decked out for the holidays, pine branches adorning bannisters, filling the house with the sparking scent of christmas trees. Kuroo notices you looking. “Do you like it?” You feel a twinge of sadness.

“It looks like Christmas on TV.” You murmur, leaning against his broad chest.

“Did your father not celebrate?” He asks, as he elbows his way through a door to a more discreet stairwell.

“Not as a family, really. Especially after my mother passed.” He gives you a little squeeze. “I love Christmas though, in New York.” You sigh, “It’s like the whole world comes out, and everyone who lives there complains about the tourists, but I, I love it. The light is softer, and the snow gets gross but it’s just,” you struggle to find the words, “Sorry, it’s a feeling, I’m, I don’t have the words.”

“I’ve been to New York, but not for Christmas.” He says, reaching the top of the stairway to the third floor.

“Ah, am I being moved from where I slept last night?”

“Yes.” Kuroo says, opening another door with his elbow. “This is my room.” You look around, the walls are a deep green, with raw dark wood molding, and a huge wall of bookshelves. There’s a window seat that faces the front yard and the street, and you can see the snow swirling on the roof.

“Oh,” You look up at him.

“I won’t touch if you if you tell me you don’t want me to.” He says cheerfully. “But I think given what a sweet little thing you were in the car,” you feel your face burn, “There’s little danger in that.” He deposits you on the bed, being careful not to touch your wrist or foot. “I’m not sure, if you’re planning on sleeping your way through the most powerful men in Tokyo,” he goes over to dark wood antique armoire and starts rifling through the drawers. “But it’s not something I would hold against you, just so you’re aware.”

“Really?” You cock your head at him and he turns around, placing a hand over his heart.

“Do you really think me so petty that in my jealousy I might think less of you?”

“Kuroo we met twenty four hours ago.” He screws up his face.

“I keep forgetting. That’s a good sign, though I think.” He pauses for a moment. “I don’t think experience diminishes a woman, and furthermore,” his lips curl into a smirk, “If you were to, sleep with the rest of them, and decide I was the most skilled-”

“There it is.” You jump in.

“Kitten!” He pulls something from the drawer, a length of red rope. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you.” He says, as if he’s just deciding this now. “I like it, don’t get me wrong, but, I look forward to seeing what else it’s good for.” You laugh.

“You’re absurdly confident.”

“I know.” He says, gently moving you so that you’re lying on your side. “I’m not about to tie rope over your broken wrist,” he says, when he sees you flinch. Instead he carefully ties your elbows together in front of your face, and attaches the other end of the rope to the headboard. “It’s a little uncomfortable I’m sure.” He says, still cheerful. “But that’s what makes it a punishment.” You stretch a little and he carefully arranges your hair so that you can see. He then takes a pillow, and slips it under your broken ankle.

“Ah, Kuroo.” The adrenaline of the meeting and the funeral having worn off, you were in pain again. “The pain meds?” He thinks about it.

“You can’t have them unless your blood alcohol level is below a certain threshold, you had two drinks, straight liquor, one of them, very quickly,” he shakes his head at you, “Scotch is not meant to be gulped, by the way.” You roll your eyes at him and he chuckles dangerously. “Oh that’s such a bad idea for you, I’m keeping track of how many times you do it, by the way.” He looks up and to the left, doing some complex math in his head. “And, you may have one percocet in an hour. I’ll have Lev bring it up to you.”

“Why not now?” you ask, trying not to whine as the pain in your foot grows worse by the minute.

“Because you can’t mix alcohol and painkillers.” He says, “Sorry I don’t want you to die, I’m a spoilsport like that.” He pauses when he reaches the door handle. “Is there anything not drugs that I can have someone get for you?”

“Um, dinner?” He blinks a couple times.

“Of course.” And like that, he’s gone. Kuroo bounds down the stairs, stopping to give instructions to one of his servants before opening the secret paneled door to his study, where the rest of the men are waiting.

“You should have just kept her.” Kenma says, voice barely above a whisper as he pours over paperwork, sipping a glass of bourbon.

“I’m not fussed.” Kuroo shrugs. “She likes me.”

“Yeah,” Lev says, a note of annoyance in his voice, “I nearly crashed the car, those partitions aren’t exactly soundproof you know.” Kai looks sharply at Kuroo, who flops on the couch.

“Did you have sex with her?”

“No,” Kuroo shakes his head, pouring himself his own drink. “Just demonstrated to her that I was a person who would be interested primarily in taking care of her.”

“She’s right,” Lev grumbles, “That you’re just lucky that she’s submissive, Kuroo there are women who switch, and dom.”

“You’d know all about that.” Yaku says dryly.

“And so would you!” Lev grins, and Yaku’s face burns, “Nothing to be ashamed of,” he ruffles the shorter man’s sandy hair, “I love a woman who takes control.” He considers, “Sometimes it’s nice to just throw them where you want them though, that makes sense Kuroo.”

“Ah,” Kuroo says, “I know professional work environment went out the window when we started running guns but perhaps I don’t need to know the details of-”

“You fingered a girl to completion in the backseat of a car I was driving after her father’s funeral, and you made her call you daddy.” There’s a silence, Kuroo blanches, “Yeah, I think you might be going to hell.”

“I didn’t think about that,” Kuroo mutters, ears reddening.

“Oh my god,” Yaku says, “Kenma look, he’s actually capable of shame.” Kenma lifts his head, inspecting his friend and leader.

“We should be plotting our next move.” He says,and Kuroo nods.

“I have a point of order.” He turns to Lev and Yaku. “I want you to find out what happened between Oikawa and our guest.” Kenma sighs. “I assumed she was exaggerating when she arrived here, perhaps in shock due to the death of her father. But I pointed a gun at him and told him to leave her alone and he nearly didn’t back down.” He sighs again. “Shippments running smoothly?” Kenma nods.

“I’m moving them extra cautiously due to the general unrest after the stuff today,” He mumbles, “It’ll slow us down but it won’t cost anything.” Kuroo smiles at the younger man, who doesn’t return his warmth.

“Alright, everyone out.” There are a few grumbles, but Kuroo catches Kenma. “Except you.” Kenma nods, brushing back the strands of his hair that have escaped from his bun. Kuroo waits until they’re alone to speak.

“I need you to get on board here.” Kuroo says, sitting in front of his childhood friend, knees resting on his elbows.

“I’m on board.” Kenma lifts his head.

“I can tell that you aren’t.” Kuroo sighs, “Listen, I know-”

“You have to do this because of me.” Kenma says, and there’s a rare raw emotional edge to his voice, “This is my fault.”

“Absolutely not, you did what you thought was right-”

“But I was wrong, and you had to clean it up!” Kenma hisses, “I don’t, I’m never wrong.”

“There was no way for you to know he’d retaliate to something like that,” Kuroo rolls one of his shoulders, stiff from the time spent in the pew. “And, it’s not your fault you were taken, and of course I came for you, and,” he notices Kenma look away, “Look at me when I say this.” Kenma lifts his head. “I would shoot that bastard again. Right now. If he were here, for putting a gun to your head.”

“You’re going to marry his daughter.” Kenma whispers.

“And I’ll spend the rest of my life atoning for-”

“Love isn’t atonement, you can’t pretend that those emotions are going to coexist, that you’ll, that you’ll find peace, living like that.” Kenma interrupts him. “You didn’t want to get married.” Kuroo shrugs.

“Honestly,” His lips quirk into a half smile. “I like her. More than I should. She’s beautiful, sure, but she’s smart, nice birthing hips.” Kuroo teases, and Kenma full on shudders. “It’s important to me,” he says, pausing, choosing his words precisely, “That you know that I don’t take killing to save your life lightly, but that I’d do it again.”

“And now you’re going to go,” Kenma’s eyes burn with tears, “And fuck his daughter.” Kuroo stands groaning loudly.

“I like her, more than plenty of women I’ve fucked!” He pleads with Kenma, “Sometimes, things have to be done, and I can see, when I look at her, I can see the future, I can see breakfast, I can see fresh squeezed orange juice, I can see her teaching our kids to play piano, I-”

“She’s going to hate you, when she finds out.” Kenma says, bitterly.

“She’s not going to find out.” Kuroo rubs his face.

“You can’t keep a secret like that from the woman you intend to marry,” Kenma shakes his head.

“I want her,” The butterflies in his stomach are making him dizzy, “She’s, you saw her today, speaking in church, she wrote that eulogy in 12 hours, barely awake, slightly concussed, she’s getting an advanced degree in science and she desperately, desperately needs someone to take care of her.” Kenma shakes his head.

“You shot her father.”

“It turns out that was more complicated than we originally thought.” He rubs his eyes. “Listen. Don’t feel guilty. I like her, this is a great outcome for me. Possible stress relief, a wonderful woman who willingly engages with me intellectually, she even likes chemistry.” He pats Kenma’s head. “And I’d do it again.” There’s a pause, Kuroo walks towards the door, then stops. “But we have to,” he glances out the window, “We have to take responsibility for our actions. Whatever Oikawa’s got planned for her, she wants no part of it. We should assist in her avoiding that fate, regardless of what she can do for us.”

“You’re a saint.” Kenma says dryly.

“Hardly.” Kuroo’s tone has less humor in it. “I’m not a superstitious man, it pays in my line of work not to believe in an afterlife, or hell,” he shudders, “But today in church, listening to her speak, and sing, I just,” he considers, “That’s who I want eulogizing me.” Kenma looks at him sharply. “And I’ll give her excellent stories to tell.”

“It’s not like you to fall fast.” Kenma leans back in the couch, his suit wrinkling a little.

“It’s not, it’s not just romantic,” Kuroo pauses, “I feel a sense of responsibility, and I’m an excellent judge of character. I know who she is, and I like it. Also, you saw the way she was shaking when she turned up on our doorstep.”

“It would make me a bad advisor,” Kenma reaches out and takes a sip of whiskey, “If I didn’t point out the possibility of her having her own agenda.” Kuroo nods.

“I’m not blind to it. I promise.”

“You can be!” Kenma grins, “That’s what I’m here for.”

Kuroo makes his way up the stairs quietly, hoping not to disturb you, but the second he pushes the door open, your eyelids flutter, and you stir.

“Ah, sorry.” He says, ducking into his private bathroom to wash up.

“It’s okay,” you say, your voice more tired than you expect. “Are these your normal hours?”

“I don’t really keep normal hours.” He responds, splashing cool water on his face before reaching for his bottle of listerine, “I have painkillers for you though.” He dries his face and spits the mouthwash in the sink, slipping out of his loafers. “I have to admit, I’m a little nervous.” He watches you muster a smile. “Oh,” he sighs, realizing, “Oh, kitten, you’ve been crying, hold on,” He fumbles in his pocket for the little bottle of pills, he rushes to your bedside as you hide your face in the pillow.

“Sorry,” You say, throat painfully tight, “I just, my dad,” you sniff. “And everything hurts, Kuroo, and I’m scared, and I’m vulnerable, and I hate being vulnerable.” He dashes to the bathroom and comes back with a glass of water.

“Open your mouth.” He says firmly, and you obey, letting him place the purple pill on your tongue, then tip the glass of water into your mouth. You’re still dutifully attached to the headboard and he takes a moment to pat your head. “Just sit tight for a moment, and I’ll be there.” He rips himself out of his suit, tossing the clothes on an armchair and coming back over to the bed in only his boxers.

“I-is that how you sleep?” You choke out and he shrugs.

“It’s how I prefer to sleep, yes.” He reaches over and quickly unties you, letting you fold in on yourself. “Oh,” he coos again, “Come here, I’m so sorry, alright, I’m so sorry.” You sob against his bare chest.

“S-so embarrassing,” you get out between sharp breaths.

“It really isn’t.” He rubs your back. “The things you’ve been able to do today, speaking up at the meeting, eulogizing your father at all, coming here, even the decision to try and hide the phone from me-”

“I didn’t,” you sob, “Decide that, I was barely thinking at the time, I just,”

“Shhhh,” He rocks you back and forth, “When my father passed I was inconsolable for a week.” You snuggle against him, trying to modulate the ugly sounds coming from your throat. “You’ve been so strong, and you’ve been in so much pain, you’re going to sleep well tonight.” He kisses your forehead. “You know you’re safe, right?”

“Yeah,” You warble, “I know I’m safe with you, Kuroo.” You feel the painkiller numbing your limbs, making your head feel lighter as he kisses your head again. “Can I ask you something,” you say, and his heart jumps to his throat, could you have heard, somehow could you know- “Are you going to sleep with the lights on?”

“Ah no.” He says, barely maintaining his cool as he gets up and flicks the lights in the room off. “You’re fine with this amount of darkness?” You nod, stretching across the bed.

“Your sheets are nice.” You wipe your tears a little.

“Of course they are.” he climbs back in bed, joining you under the covers. “I told you, I like beautiful things that also have utility.”

“Okay follow up question,” you say, when you’re lying down together, “And then I’m done talking because I can feel myself unmooring from reality and I don’t want you to interrogate me while my subconscious is accessible.” He chuckles. “I feel like you’re being too kind to me. This feels like a trap.” He nods.

“I did tie you down?”

“Right but you keep comforting me.” You scoot a little closer. “And it doesn’t feel manipulative, but that means it probably is, I just, I keep trying to imagine and predict the actions of people around me I want, I want to be safe, and I want to do it myself.”

“And it’s the last point that’s sticking, isn’t it?” He props up his head on his palm. “That you want to save yourself, you don’t want me to protect you, or Akaashi, or Bo or Oikawa, you want to be back in your apartment making what, minimum wage, TAing three classes a semester, all because in that life you didn’t have to rely on anyone else.” You lie there in stunned silence. “I can tell that part of it is stubbornness, perhaps your father would have called it grit, or something American like that.”

“I can empathize with the need for independence,” He continues, “But what I don’t understand is denying yourself comfort and success in order to achieve it.” You sigh deeply, and even in the low light he can see that your eyes have glazed over. “So tell me the truth,” he reaches out and cups your face, stroking your cheek. “Why won’t you let me take care of you?”

“You’re an arms dealer.” You slur a little.

“And you’re that moral?” He watches you flop on your back, clearly you’re feeling the side effects now, moving more freely than he’s seen.

“I stole a toothbrush once.” You mumble, and he sits up, grinning. “No, none of that,” you swat at him absentmindedly. “I thought about it for months, years maybe, and I didn’t even do it on purpose.”

“I’m sure whatever corporation made that toothbrush really hurt from the ten cents loss.” Kuroo offers, smiling, but you scowl.

“That’s not the point, the point is that as soon as I was old enough to know what my father did was dangerous and illegal I was terrified for him. I didn’t want to join clubs, or make friends, for years I just completely isolated myself out of fear that if I didn’t my father could get hurt, or people I brought into my life could get hurt.”

“Oh shit,” Kuroo murmurs, floored, “You’re thinking about your kids.”

“Like you assholes don’t want to have your own goddamn kids. I’m not ready by the way,” you say, a slight slur to your words, and he chuckles darkly.

“We all do illegal things though.”

“Some of you do less illegal things, right, there has to be a scale,” you say desperately, “I don’t want to be taking my kids to visit daddy in jail!” His lips curl into a smile.

“First of all, love that you referred to me as daddy-”

“I didn’t-”

“Second of all, you and I are people of science. So let’s set benchmarks, and turn this into a set of actual criteria that you can use to know data wise who is the right person for you, so that you can ignore the data and follow your heart into my arms again.” You shake your head but when Kuroo flips the lights on he sees the smile you’re fighting. He grabs a notebook from his bedside table, and a pair of glasses.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, sitting up, and he smirks a little.

“Try not to drool, kitten.” His joke doesn’t have the effect he’s used to though, with the slight fuzziness of the pill you’ve taken it seems like you’re having a hard time controlling your genuine reactions in favor of snippy comebacks.

“Kuroo, when does an arms dealer have time to go to the gym?” He shrugs, smirk widening at how you can’t take your eyes off of his abs.

“I have a gym at home.” He explains. “I played volleyball at a pretty high level in high school and college, so I go crazy when I don’t work out.”

“Gym in the basement huh?” You scoot up on the bed and he takes the hint, moving you so that you’re nestled against his chest.”

“Is your foot okay?” He asks and you nod. “And no, the basement has other purposes.”

You shudder against him and he rubs comforting patterns on your upper arm. “Alright, so degree of illegality is important.” You nod. “What else?”

“I’d like to be romantically and intellectually attracted to them.” You mumble, and Kuroo nods. “And um, the amount of freedom they’d allow me, that’s important too.” He nods, scribbling on the pad. “What else,” He feels you relax against him, with your head on his chest, “Do you think is important?”

“Well you’ve said you’re not ready to have kids, right?” You nod. “How long they’re willing to wait, because most of them are going to assume you’ll be ready right after the wedding.” You shiver again and he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. “Daichi and I will look after you, alright?” The words fall from his lips before you can stop them, but he’s not entirely sure you understand. “No one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, as long as I’m alive.” You blink up at him, eyes unexpectedly wet.

“I just don’t understand why you care.” You whisper.

“Does it matter?” He stops rubbing your arm for a moment.

“I need to understand things.” You complain, melting against him again.

“We’ll use your ex as a benchmark.” He says quietly, changing the subject. “Rate him for me in those things out of ten.” You screw your face up.

“He wasn’t illegal,” you mumble, “So zero.”

“Really?” Kuroo says dryly and to his shock you consider.

“He wanted to be a politician,” you slur a little again, “So a two.” Kuroo laughs genuinely. “Give him a 6 on intellectual and romantic attraction, and a 7 on freedom, and a 4 on willing to wait till I was ready to have kids.” Kuroo notes it in the legal pad, and you yawn again. He reaches over and flicks off the light. “I’m surprised,” you mumble, “That you aren’t trying to seduce me right now.”

“You’re in no shape to have sex.” Kuroo says firmly. “You have at least two broken bones, and you’re definitely too incapacitated to consent.”

“And you care about that?” He reaches down and pinches your arm playfully

“Of course I do.” He pauses. “Are you scared, for tomorrow?” You swallow nervously.

“Akaashi seems different.” He nods.

“I’m gonna give you the phone back, but with our numbers in it. You can text Lev for minor issues, and me for major ones.”

“Minor issues?” You settle under the blanket next to him as he lies down again.

“I’m,” he pauses, “Sensitive to the fact that you’d likely have a female friend to discuss these matters with. Lev’s all I have to offer you, and I promise he is as simple as he looks.” You laugh lightly. “But if you’re in a situation where you’d like me to come save you, like the pretty little damsel you are,” you groan loudly, “You may reach out to me. Now sleep, Kitten, that’s an order.” You obey surprisingly quickly, the drugs in your system making you nearly pliant. He watches you for a bit, watches the muscles in your face relax, your breathing soften, and tries to imagine spending the rest of his life crawling into bed with you.

“You know,” he says quietly, knowing you can’t hear him, “You’re too smart for your own good.”

His windowseat faces the east and sun spills through it onto the stained wood floors, warming the room with a golden light. You stir, the painkillers having worn off, your foot and wrist throbbing gently.

“Mmm,” Kuroo groans softly. “Don’t move.” You realize you’re still nestled against his chest, cheek pressed to him, one hand resting at the center of his ribs, his arm wrapped around you, hand resting on your hip.

“Can we sleep in?” You whisper, and he nods without opening his eyes.

“Someone comes in to wake me up when things are important.” You sigh happily and close your eyes again, the tiniest alarm bell going off in your brain at how comfortable and safe you feel in his arms. You wake a few hours later, and untangle yourself from his limbs, hobbling to the bathroom while he snores softly. You brush your teeth and use his mouthwash, cleaning your face with his skincare, picking up one of the nearly untouched bottles.

“Kuroo,” you call, one hand on the counter so you don’t have to put any weight on your foot. “Do you even use this stuff?” He groans loudly.

“I don’t know what any of it’s for, it’s been sitting there since my birthday in November.” He rolls out of bed and follows you into his bathroom. “I hope you’re not putting weight on that.” He eyes your foot.

“I have to get around a bit!” You protest and he shakes his head.

“Hopefully the others will scare you into obedience so that I don’t have to.” He reaches for the first bottle. “So what does this do?” You snatch it from him, and examine the label.

“This is toner.” You set it back on the counter. “You have to wash your face first.” He grins.

“Do it for me.”

“What?” Your mouth drops open as he sits on the closed toilet, still shamelessly just in his briefs.

“You heard me,” He says, a lazy grin stretching across his handsome face. “I want you to wash my face for me.” You roll your eyes and he chuckles dangerously. “God you’re lucky you’re injured, I’d take you over my knee for that.” You squeak with fear and he nods. “There, that’s a healthy reaction. You shake your head, reaching for the cleanser and reading the label.

“This isn’t probably what I’d pick for you,” You explain, “Because your skin looks healthy and this is kind of astringent but ah, I’m not an expert.” He nods sagely, watching you squirt some of it onto a clean washcloth, then wet it. You hobble over to him, bracing your weight against the marble counter of his sink. He pats his thighs, and you hesitate for only a second before sitting on his lap, straddling him. He holds you steady, strong hands resting on your waist.

“Ooh,” he hisses, “That’s cold, Kitten.” You gently dab at his face with the soapy end of the washcloth, careful not to pull or put too much pressure on it. “Actually,” he mumbles, “That feels very nice.” You take the other end of the cloth and clean the soap off of him, then go to stand, but he holds you tightly.

“You have to let me get the rest of it!” You protest and he thinks about not letting you go, enjoying the warmth of your body on his thighs, but he releases you after a moment, and he watches you peruse the other bottles. You take your time with each step, and his hands drift lower, coming to rest on your hips, then your ass, by the time you’re gently working an oil-free sunscreen into his skin. “Okay,” you say, with as much cheer as you can muster, “You are free to go.” He takes you by the thighs and yanks you closer, so that your chest is flush against his.

“Yes, but you aren’t.” He says, standing, holding you by the thighs as he walks you back to the bed. You reach up and brush away the hair in his eyes.

“Your bedhead is wild.” he laughs, laying you down on the bed, looking, almost vulnerable for a moment.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, and you look so surprised for a moment he wonders if you understood.

“Ah, sure.” He laughs and climbs on top of you, carefully avoiding your wrist and ankle, but holding your free hand, pinning it to the mattress as he presses his lips to yours, and your struck immediately with how deftly and tenderly he kisses you. He moves his lips carefully, occasionally you feel the scrape of his teeth against your skin, immediately soothed by a swipe of his tongue. You grind your hips up against yours and he groans into your mouth.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He mutters, “Someone’s coming to get me for a meeting in,” he glances at the clock, ten minutes.”

“Better make me cum before then,” you whisper, and he laughs loudly before shoving you roughly back on the bed.

“Who said,” he leans down and growls in your year, “That I give a shit about your pleasure,” you moan, almost involuntarily as he rips your pajama pants off you and parts your folds, “Lucky I’m even gonna prep you,” he buried his face in your neck, pulling more music out of your mouth, “Insubordinate,” you feel him bury two fingers inside you and curl them, you gasp at the odd mixture of pleasure and pain, “Fucking bitch.”

“Fuck,” you swear, as he starts pumping them inside you, “Daddy, please,”

“Daddy please,” he repeats, mocking you, “Think that’ll save you? Remembering what you call me is the bare goddamn minimum, kitten.” You’re warming up, slowly he can feel you start to drip around his fingers as he sinks his teeth into your neck.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, clinging to him, raking your nails down his back, the way his fingers are pressing against that one spot inside you, setting off fireworks on the back of your eyelids, your back arching off of the mattress. He leans back, conscious of the time, done prepping you, your ankles around his shoulders as he peels his boxers down and pumps his cock a few times, before pressing the tip of it to your folds, teasing you, despite the limited amount of time.

“Birth control?” He asks and you nod.

“Nuva ring.”

“We can fix that,” he says, with a manic glint in his eye as he shoves his entire length inside you, robbing you of the air in your lungs. He watches your face twist with pain, then melt to pleasure as he moves just a little inside you, a loud groan stuttering from his lips, “Oh my god,” he leans down again over you, “Oh my god, it feels,” he closes his eyes, “Fuck, can I move?” The squeezing of your walls around him, so wet, so warm, is making him dizzy, so when you nod, eyes squeezed shut, it feels like he’s been granted a goddesses blessing.

“Fuck,” he snarls, rolling his hips against yours, “Relax a little for me, alright, can, I can barely move in there,” you try your best, letting out soft whimper that drives even more blood below his waist.

“Daddy,” you warble, your beautiful eyes welling with tears as he fucks you, “Daddy, please,” He looks down at you, so beautiful, so helpless like this, the sunlight outside reflecting on the snow burning through the window, an illusion of warmth, of brightness in the window. He reaches down and palms your chest, rubbing then pinching your nipples, pulling a sharp keen from your lips as you struggle to form a sentence. “Please,” you get out again, all resistance forgotten, the early morning light making his eyes shine like embers, “Choke me, please, m’so close, wanna-” you're cut off by a huge hand curling around your throat, cutting off your air supply.

“You cum when I say so.” He orders, luxuriating in the feeling of being buried to the hilt in you, of having you writhe beneath him, so reactive to his touch.

“Ah,” you gasp, the tears in your eyes spilling over as the loud smack of his hips against your ass fills the quiet morning.

“M’gonna,” he grunts, “Gonna send to Bo with a pussy full of my cum, you want that?” You nod emphatically. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” your voice is small and hoarse, he tightens his grip, “Daddy, want, want your cum, please,” He reaches one hand down and rubs your clit while pounding into you and you can’t help it, your back practically arches off the mattress,

“Cum for me,” he orders, “Tell me who you belong to, and cum for me.” He takes another moment, committing this to memory, your blissed out face, teary cheeks, the sound of your voice when you say,

“You daddy, m yours please, please, please cum in me.” He groans loudly as you vault over the cliff of your orgasm muttering holy ecstasies in his ear, as he gets even harder inside you, before finishing with you, thrusts sporadic as he carries you through your high, before flopping, sweaty on the bed next to you, just as there’s a soft knock at the door.

“Ten minutes.” He calls, and then turns to you, desperate to observe you in one of the few moments he could be absolutely sure you weren’t playing him. You smile softly at him, and shudder as you feel the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Be a good girl for me,” He says, “No unnecessary risks before you come back to me.” You laugh lightly. “I’m serious, come back to me relatively unscathed and I’ll give you a reward.”

“Ooooh,” you coo, “A reward?” He nods. “And can I assume, if the inverse proves true, I’ll be in for a punishment?” He cackles like a hyena.

“You’ll be all healed up then, kitten, so don’t push me.” You sigh deeply.

“I can’t believe I have to trust you.” You stare at his ceiling. “You’ve given me nothing but good reasons to believe you’re well intentioned, and I have almost no other allies in the entire country, and I have to trust you, of all people, exactly the type of man I’d cross the street to avoid.” He rolls over to look at you.

“And what type is that?”

“You’re all together too confident.” You mutter, still staring at the ceiling. “Every part of this feels like a trap, except,” he watches you catch yourself.

“Except what?”

“I can’t say it to you.” You mumble. “It’s naive.”

“Do you think I’d think less of you,” He reaches over, and fixes your hair, “If you were a little naive?”

“I don’t know.” You swallow. “I don’t know why I care what you think.” You groan, rubbing your eyes with your good hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He sits up a little. “I can’t believe my father doomed me to this.” You sit up, and pull your pajamas back up, reaching for your bra. “He must have hated me after all.”

“I”m sorry.” He says quietly, and you sigh again.

“If you were really sorry, you’d drive me to the embassy and let me get on a flight home.”

“Oikawa would have you in whatever dungeon you’re so afraid of in minutes.” He springs up, getting dressed. “I’m sorry that I can’t do more for you, I am, genuinely, kitten.” You sigh again, wriggling into a comfortable t shirt and leggings that Lev had grabbed for you, “And,” he says, raising a long slender finger, “You aren’t running away anyway, until you find out who killed your father, isn’t that right?” Your mouth drops open. “I’m an excellent reader of people.” He says with a shrug.

“If we’d met under any other circumstances,” You collapse into a chair, adjusting the brace on your wrist. “We would not be friends, I’m telling you this now, for your own good.” He chuckles, glancing at the bed.

“You knock out a quickie with friends often?”

“Go to hell.” You feel your pulse quicken, expecting swift retribution, but he just laughs.

“I’ll do ya better when you’re mine for real, promise.” He stands in front of a mirror, tying his tie. “Akaashi and Bo will be here for you in about half an hour,” he opens a drawer, “Here is the cell phone, with our phone numbers.” You remember something.

“Is Lev coming with me?” You ask and Kuroo shakes his head.

“Someone from your next place will be there, from Date Tech, I’d have to hazard a guess at Aone, maybe? If they could spare him.” Kuroo shakes his head. “He’s giant, like Lev but ah, wider?” You shudder. “Oh he’s very polite, and if he isn’t, you just give daddy a ring and I’ll-”

“Absolutely not, you may not refer to yourself in third person as daddy.” You interject and he smirks.

“Isn’t it wonderful how you have absolutely no say in the matter?”

Kuroo leaves you in one of the front sitting rooms with Lev, and Kai catches him on his way back to his office.

“You’ve slept with her then?”

“Only mostly literally,” Kuroo shrugs. “I don’t know. She’s resisting trusting me, but I think she’s getting there.” He rubs his eyes. “I,” he pauses, “I’m feeling unusually conflicted about lying to her about things. I find myself, doing everything I can to avoid it, changing the subject, pretending I didn’t hear her. It’s, it’s strange, it feels involuntary in the moment.” Kai shakes his head.

“That is unusual for you.” He muses, warm brown eyes searching his friend's face. Kuroo rubs his eyes more.

“I’m going to miss her, when she’s gone.” He leans against the wall and Kai smirks. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

You’re laying on the couch in the main room about an hour later, with a suitcase of the things Kuroo bought you sitting next to you as men bustle in and out of the sitting room. You’re halfway through Oryx and Crake, propped up on some pillows, when Kuroo rushes in, clearing his throat. The room empties of people immediately.

“They’ll be here in a few.” He says, and you nod. “I'm serious, if you need anything, please, please text one of us.” He hands you the phone. You smile at him.

“I will.”

“And remember what I said, about a reward for returning to me unscathed.” There’s a honk in the driveway and Lev sticks his head into the drawing room.

“They’re here.” He says.

“I remember.” You say quickly and Kuroo stands as you all hear, Hey hey hey!

“Bo came?” Kuroo says, and Lev shrugs. You glance out the window, Bokuto and a man you don’t recognize are sitting in the front seat of a vintage luxury car as Akaashi gets out of the backset. “Shit sweetheart,” he says to you, helping you to your feet. “You oughta feel important.”

“Trust me,” you look out and catch Akaashi’s eyes, reading his genuinely relieved expression. “I do.”

ch1/ch 3 - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

summary: You’d sworn you didn’t want anything to do with your father, or with your family business. You’d left the country for college, and by the time you’d started your second year of grad school your old life felt like a distant untrustworthy memory.

So when he calls you in late November to tell you he’s dying, your carefully constructed boundaries crumble. You agree to come home for Christmas, on the condition that you help him sort out his will.

By the time your plane lands, it’s too late. He’s died under mysterious circumstances while your plane was in the air. Chaos ensues, when millions of dollars, thousands of weapons, and a thriving criminal enterprise are willed directly to you - and your husband.

Just one problem? You’re not married. Yet.

genre: fluff, smut, angst

cws - mafia tropes, guns, threats, violence(physical), yan!oikawa for plot reasons, blood mention, drug mentions, reader’s father is dead, and in this chapter we have his funeral and she eulogizes him. All characters in their mid twenties. f!reader. reader’s skin shows bruises(sorry couldn’t get around this for plot reasons), readers celebrated christmas as a child.

The next morning, Kuroo knocks on your door to find you reading with your leg propped up on a pillow.

“It isn’t really a courtesy if you do knock and then come in without waiting for my response, you know.” Kuroo shrugs.

“It’s my house, unfortunately.” He hovers for a moment at the door though, before shaking something off and breezing into the room. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m in a considerable amount of pain.” You say, and he blinks at you. The only indication he sees that you’re in any kind of distress is perhaps a slight faraway look in your eyes, and of course the elevated position of your ankle. +

“I can get you some tylenol.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and you inspect him, a smile playing on your lips, as you take in his grey three piece suit, bedhead, deep red tie, and his conspicuously intentionally rolled up shirtsleeves.

“A few things,” you say, cocking your head. “Does it take extra effort to get fully dressed, comb your hair, and then mess it up a little?” He opens his mouth to respond but you keep going, “And also, you’re an arms dealer. Are you going to tell me there’s no percocet in this building? No tramadol, nothing?” You press your lips together, betraying a touch more emotion. “My father is dead. I have several broken bones. Tylenol isn’t going to cut it.”

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summary: You’d sworn you didn’t want anything to do with your father, or with your family business. You’d left the country for college, and by the time you’d started your second year of grad school your old life felt like a distant untrustworthy memory.

When your father calls you in late November to tell you he’s dying, your carefully constructed boundaries crumble. You agree to come home for Christmas, on the condition that you help him sort out his will.

By the time your plane lands, it’s too late. He’s died under mysterious circumstances while your plane was in the air, if you can trust Iwaizumi, and you’ve never trusted Iwaizumi.

Chaos ensues, when millions of dollars, thousands of weapons, and a thriving criminal enterprise are willed directly to you - and your husband.

Just one problem? You’re not married. Yet.

genre: fluff, smut, angst

cws - mafia tropes, guns, mild mild violence, yan!oikawa for plot reasons, blood mention, reader’s father is dead. All characters in their mid twenties.

ch 1 - wc 6,913 ch 2

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his dream.

part of the lovetimes7 yandere drabble series (except this isn’t really a drabble anymore bruh).

pairing. jeongguk x f!reader

word count. 2.6k

warnings. yandere behavior. obsessive behavior. stalking. recording without consent. smut (male masterbation, fantasizing about handjobs and blowjobs and penetrative sex). gguk’s awkward as fuck.

would recommend reading shy. before this.

dirty apartment.

dirty boy.

my masterlist!

the first thing jeongguk does when he gets to his apartment is toss his backpack to the side and scream into his pillow.

then, he makes sure that none of his supplies are damaged from the throw before screaming into his pillow again.

the neighbors may file a complaint about how loud he is, but jeongguk doesn’t care. after all, he can probably say that today has been one of the happiest days of his life (aside from the day he saw you for the first time, or the day he went to your apartment alone); because today is the day you asked him for tutoring.

he recalls how you walked into the lecture hall before class started, sitting in your spot a few seats below him (jeongguk made sure to arrive early like he usually does; that way, he could take the chair that allowed him to have the best view of you). it started out like any other lecture. jeongguk, being the smart boy he is, studied the lesson beforehand so he could use the time to watch you listen to the professor. his eyes were glued to you, observing how you squinted at the board with confusion, how you tapped your pen on your chin, how you flipped through your notes and scribbled onto your paper with haste; jeongguk wanted to squeal from how cute you were! aside from watching you, the boy did a lot of daydreaming. he imagined how it would be like to give you his notes, and how you would compliment how neat they were. it had him smiling down at his lap and suppressing a giggle. his fantasies distracted him from realizing that the lecture was over; distracted him from noticing you approaching him; distracted him from your sweet voice calling out to him. poor jeongguk was so confused when you said his name (sh.. she knows my name?!) and asked if he could help you with the lessons, to which he replied with “uh– oh– uh– i mean– y-y-yes!” (poor, shy jeongguk wanted to slap himself for being so awkward, but what could he do? it was his goddess talking to him!).

your smile at his response had him stunned, completely dazed, and the memory plays on repeat in his head even when he opens his apartment door (he couldn’t follow you home today; if he did, he would probably pass out the second he saw your face again!).

jeongguk’s hands ruffle his hair as his ears turn pink. half of him still doesn’t believe that you talked to him. another part thanks himself for all those nights of studying and being at the top of the class; maybe he secretly fantasized about teaching you concepts you were stuck on. the thought of you creeps back into his mind again, and flustered jeongguk searches for a pretty, pink boxes in his drawer. his hands reach for the one labeled ‘_____’s fashion’ (his hand ghosts over the one named ‘_____ sleeping’ before he shakes his head).

jeongguk opens it and carefully takes each picture out, one by one, laying them side by side before opening his closet.

he wanted to look his best for you. he wanted you to compliment his clothes, all while he makes sure that the two of you don’t look out of place for the study… date.

jeongguk was going on a date with you tomorrow.

he jumps on his bed and screams into his pillow again.

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ME NECESITA. ¹

PAIRING | akaashi keiji x fem!reader x kuroo tetsurō

GENRE | fluff, smut (18+)

AU | FRIENDS TO LOVERS

WARNINGS | TIME SKIP MANGA SPOILERS + NSFW! minors dni! alcohol & drinking, pwp, threesome, oral (f & m receiving), double penetration, anal, bondage, toy usage, edging, cockwarming, overstimulation, rough sex in general?? throat fucking, pet name 'kitten' is used.

WORD COUNT | 13.3k (this part 6.5k)

SUMMARY | in which it's almost a simile to compare the chase of love to dancing; at the very least, akaashi keiji and kuroo tetsurō exhibited it that way. and as the two men have a new year's resolution that must be met before the clock chimes at midnight, your movements with the music won't wait. you just need them.

BONUS | the songs used in this fic are: me necesita by PRETTYMUCH, CNCO & slow down by chase atlantic. you can also listen to the regular versions, but the slowed & reverb vers. hit different and i listened to that while writing the fic so feel free to listen for full effect while reading ;)

PART ONE [ 1/2 ] | PART TWO

KUROO GREW UP WITH A BUSY LIFE ASSOCIATED WITH VOLLEYBALL AND ACTION IN THE FREE CITY OF TOKYO. The sport was the center of his existence for as long as he could remember. Naturally, he’s expected to pursue it in a more professional route after high school. However, volleyball was fun while it lasted. It wasn’t something he could see himself pursuing for even more years into his future when it took up all his time growing up. His love never died out for the sport, though.

This is why, in the present, he works as an employee with the Japan Volleyball Association and Sports Promotion Vision in the city of Tokyo, Japan. Both branches happen to be in the same building, so he’s comfortable in his work position and office. And it also happens to be convenient for him as his two close friends from high school work at the Shonen Jump Manga Magazine company building right across the street from him, you and Akaashi.

Akaashi was a good friend of Kuroo’s in high school, although they both attended different high schools in Tokyo, he played as a setter in a team that constantly played and practiced with Nekoma, the school both Kuroo and you attended at the time. Akaashi, however, was only a year younger than you when you were third years. Still, Akaashi and Kuroo became friends as they spent plenty of time together and against each other in games.

You were a childhood friend of Kuroo’s, who’d grown up with him through middle school and high school, up until the present day where you work at buildings right across from each other. You used to be the manager for Kuroo’s volleyball team back in the day, and you’d become friends with Akaashi over the first training camp between the two teams. You’d discovered that Akaashi and you shared the same dream of working as editors with a popular Manga company in Tokyo, not expecting it to come true and for the both of you to become co-workers. Although Akaashi more or so edited, you worked on the drawings and art of the Manga.

You will never fail to admit how much you enjoyed Kuroo and Akaashi’s company on a daily basis, as you all typically went to get lunch together weekly and found yourselves catching up. They had become a huge part of your life and you could not possibly see them leaving your life either. Although you had spent more time in your life with Kuroo, up until the present you’d gotten to know Akaashi on a closer level as you became co-workers. So you would say you and the two men shared the same level of friendship.

The men would lie if they both ever said they’d not once had feelings for you. How could they not—? You could only be described as the perfect woman for both of them. They would lie if they’d not once thought about you while they’ve been in countless arms of other women. They would lie if they said they would even risk their friendship with you just to be with you.

But they’d also be lying if they said they could bear losing you. You’d become such an important person in their lives and the thought of not seeing you ever again is what drove Akaashi and Kuroo to remain on their side of the friend zone and let their feelings go.

You did say you were very close with them. But not close to the point where you’d share all your hopes and dreams... and secrets. There are things in your friendship with both of them that you’d rather keep to yourself and prefer they would not find out.

You were a chaser. You were a chaser for the thrill, for your culture, for your heart to race. You were adventurous, extroverted, and found it easy to let people fall at your heels to please you. You’re the type to strive for more when you have enough. Another quality that made both Kuroo and Akaashi swoon yet holds themselves back from you. And the way your heart races with adrenaline and euphoria is by far the best feeling you long for.

And that is what music did to you. A thrill. A mystery. A secret. It’s something that belongs deep inside you... that they can’t get to, that they can’t touch. That’s yours.

Right?

Dancing.

Yes, dancing. The Manga artist in the morning becomes a free dancer in the night.

(No, not stripping, get your head out of the gutter.)

It’s something fueled with more passion and... heat than that. The music takes your body in different directions and it’s almost as intoxicating as the feeling of being on the high of sex. It oozes confidence and adventure. Music and dance can tell a story, or exhibit how you feel with the way your body and limbs move in harmony and just click subconsciously. That’s something you can’t explain to anyone. Therefore, it’s better off if no one knows.

It was something that was yours. Only yours.

So you kept your lips sealed when Kuroo and Akaashi asked you what you were planning on doing on Saturday night to celebrate the new year.

“Mmm,” You hummed as you ate your pasta bowl. “M’busy this weekend, hangin’ out with my girlfriends.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Since when did you have female friends?” Kuroo retorted, causing you to hit his shoulder playfully.

“You guys have met F/N...?”

“You said plural, and she doesn’t count,” Akaashi added, stuffing his face with rice, glasses shifting up to his nose as his face crinkled. “Last we saw her was over a year ago, and you said you guys barely hung out anymore.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, we’d like to meet them,” Kuroo said as he swallowed his food.

“Too bad,” You say cheekily. “It’s uhh- a girl’s night thing, okay? No boys.”

“Aww,” Kuroo said as he and Akaashi frowned at you. “That is too bad. But we’re your friends too, and it’s the new year!”

“I spend New Years’ every year with you guys!” You suggest. “This time, I wanna spend it with my other friends, is that so bad?”

“Yes,” Kuroo and Akaashi state in unison.

You roll your eyes as you get up to throw away your food, going back to the table. You thought back, however, that it’s somewhat inconvenient that New Years’ will be on a Saturday night. Something tells you that Saturday night is going to be hectic… or, rather, more interesting.

“What do you two have planned?” You turn the topic to them.

“We’re…” Kuroo trailed off, looking at Akaashi. “We’re going near Tokyo tower to see the fireworks or something.”

“Or something?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, truthfully, we don’t know what we’re doing. That’s why we were hoping…” Akaashi trailed off, looking at you.

“Absolutely not,” You scoff. “You guys enjoy the fireworks. Me on the other hand, I’m getting ripped tonight— R-I-P that—!”

“God you’re annoying,” Kuroo groaned as he interrupted you.

“Rude,” you retort, standing up. “Well, I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later Keiji, bye Tetsu~!”

Akaashi and Kuroo watched you walk away, missing the way your hips swayed as you did.

“Well, what are we really gonna do?” Akaashi asks, raising a brow at Kuroo who only sighs.

“Not gonna lie,” Kuroo starts. “I was hoping I’d start the new year off with a hot chick with long hair I could grip in my bed.”

“Your New Year's resolutions never fail to not surprise me anymore,” Akaashi groaned in disgust at his friend, causing Kuroo to chuckle.

“To be fair, every lonely guy in Tokyo wants sex at once that clock hits midnight— you gotta start the year off right.”

“Nope, just you,” Akaashi retorted.

“You know what, ‘Kaashi?” Kuroo suggests. “Saturday night, our first New Year’s resolution is to get laid right off the bat. I’m talkin’ hook up until the clock hits 12:00 AM on January first. What do you say?”

“I’m good, thanks,” Akaashi bluntly stated.

“C’mon!” Kuroo whined at his unamused friend. “Don’t be a pussy, let’s get some on Saturday.”

“I’m perfectly fine watching the fireworks at the new year from my apartment, thanks.”

“That’s lame and overrated,” Kuroo points out. “C’mon, you need to get laid, pal. It’s been a while, clearly.”

“What do you want me to say? Work has been hectic, especially ‘cause of the new year. Highly doubt I have the time just yet,” Akaashi rolled his eyes.

“Well, I’m not doing anything Saturday night by myself— and that’s lame.” Kuroo groaned dramatically. “You’re coming with me to this bar I’ve yet to try out a few blocks away!”

“Kuroo-san, just go by yourself, alright?” Akaashi says boringly, wrapping his leftovers in a bag. “I’ll probably just stay at home and do some extra work, and see the fireworks through my window.”

Kuroo slightly pouted, seeing there’s no use.

“Suit yourself,” Kuroo nodded, getting up to throw away his trash, Akaashi following him to bid him goodbye before returning to their work buildings as lunch ended.

The rest of the workday rolled by in a blur. A hazy and blurry vision that can be permitted through Akaashi's occasional glances and longing gazes as he watched you maneuver around their office space and received New Year's gifts from the company team and your branch co-workers. Receiving multiple wishes for a safe new year's and, as much as he loathed hearing it, coworkers overstepping boundaries and asking for your plans that you have planned for the celebration. Akaashi was taken back when you brushed them off with 'nothing major.' Maybe you didn't want to spend time with them as much anymore, and he would need to accept that. But all he can do from this point on is ... watch.

Just sit back and watch, Akaashi.

“Thanks, you too!” You giggled at the roses your co-worker gave you as you were exiting the building with Akaashi.

“Happy New Year, L/N and Akaashi-san!” Your manager bids you both goodnight as you get inside the elevator, wishing him the same as he left through the staircases.

You smiled in content as the elevator closed, satisfied as you held the gifts your co-workers handed you on your way out. They were cute. Rose bunches and a bouquet in one hand, the other holding a small teddy bear and sweets, including a necklace given to you by one of your co-workers who is clearly interested in you (not that you were interested in him, though).

Akaashi looked at the gifts you received, feeling a bit guilty he’d only gotten you a card with a cute Shiba puppy on it, with a sweet and sincere note from him. Kuroo had gotten you a box of chocolates during lunch, but you already snacked on it during the rest of your day at work. He, however, treasured the red tie you bought for both him and Kuroo. It was simple red silk but it somewhat meant a lot to him.

“‘You both wear the same ugly patterned ties every single day!’ You had said. ‘Here, wear these. They’re sexy and professional.’”

He smiles, remembering you handing it to them during lunch wrapped delicately in wrapping paper, a soft red ribbon enclosing it. The ribbon had clipped a small card, with a genuine letter from you, telling them to have a safe and happy new year, and that every year you’re grateful to have them in your life.

Little did you know how much those small words in the card, or the smiley face you drew at the end of the note, did to their hearts. Your small acts of kindness and gratitude never fail to put a smile on their miserable faces dragged by daily work. You’re the light in their life, in a way. You’d always been. Every little thing about you made their hearts race.

But you can’t know that...

Akaashi swore he would wear that tie every single day starting next week. It meant that much to him. He knew it was wrong to become attached to a small article of clothing that wasn't meant in that manner. It's not as if he's fantasized about what he could possibly allow the soft red fabric to tie around your wrists as he gripped it in his hand, tugging if you misbehave—!

You let out a puff of air in the cold winter sky of the night, as your heels clicked against the pavement, walking closely to Akaashi. He radiated some warmth, along with the fur coat you hugged tightly against your body.

“So,” You broke the silence in the cool air. “Have you decided what you’re doing for New Year’s yet or—?”

“I’ll probably just finish up on some extra work,” Akaashi stated cooly, his hands in his pockets. “If I’m feeling lucky, I’ll just watch the fireworks from my window or something.”

You frowned at Akaashi, bumping against his shoulder.

“C’mon, Keiji!” You exclaimed. “It’s New Year’s! You should go out and do something fun— let loose a little, you work too hard.”

Akaashi chuckled at your pouty attitude, you were just too cute. It’s unbelievably hard to even say no to you. But Akaashi wanted you to ask him. He wanted you to make the approach for once and ask him to be with you on New Year’s.

But just you two…

“I don’t really have much else to do, so,” He trailed off.

“No!” You pouted. “You have to do something fun. Think— what is your idea of fun?”

“Watching a shark documentary,” Akaashi joked, causing you to groan.

“You’re one sad man, Keiji Akaashi,” You made fun, causing Akaashi to scoff, bumping into your shoulder. "Forget I asked—!"

Akaashi chuckled softly as he shrugged against your warm shoulder, inhaling sharply in the crisp air of the night.

“I’m serious!” You exclaimed. “I won’t hang out with you guys this time, you need to have fun without me.”

“Who said I won’t have fun without you?” Akaashi teased, causing you to hit his shoulder playfully again.

“Nah,” you laughed. “You both would be nothing without me.”

That’s true.

“Told ya!” You agreed with his blunt response, giggling.

Did he just say that out loud—?

Akaashi blushed, not saying anything afterward. He pouted mentally as he realized you both had just reached the doorstep of your apartment complex. You stopped in your tracks, facing Akaashi now, with a warm smile on your face.

“I’m being truthful, Keiji,” You murmured. “Please think of something fun to do?”

You’re so cute when you beg… you’re so cute when you pout because you can’t get what you want… You're just so cute.

“I’ll try,” Akaashi said, giving you a smile back just as contagious. Brat can't even drop it already.

You’re so innocent.

Right?

“Yay!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him, sighing as he wrapped his arms around your back, lightly breathing in your scent. Akaashi could only hope you didn’t hear his heart race against his chest. You always find a way to get his heart racing and your little innocent acts of being friendly is all he latched onto because he knew he wouldn’t be able to experience the real thing.

But he dreams, maybe.

“Don’t have too much fun without me!” You giggled as you got up the steps, waving goodbye to him as you buzzed into the complex and the door closed behind you.

Akaashi sighed as he continued walking back to his apartment complex, on his own. Feeling cold all of a sudden now that you weren’t walking by his side anymore. As he got lost in his head about you again, he sighed in defeat. Knowing fully well that he’d have to come to the conclusion that getting over his feelings for you will just have to be his new year’s resolution. Whether he liked it or not. And that's what brought him to pick up his phone and speed dial Kuroo’s number, taken back at his quick response to the call.

“Hey man,” Akaashi murmured through the other line. “I changed my mind.”

Unbeknownst to him, the guy on the other line just had the same new year’s resolution. He just hadn’t realized it yet.

Well, the realization would have to come sooner than they both would expect.

Saturday night rolled around faster than Akaashi would have liked to admit. It wasn’t like he wasn’t looking forward to it, it’s just that he dreaded even attempting to get you off his mind. He spent New Years’ almost every year with you. It just probably hurts more as he’s been thinking about you a lot more this year than the last, it’s just increasing by the year.

Maybe it was a good thing, he’d tried to tell himself. Maybe it’s for the best. He can’t risk losing your friendship, it meant more than having a romantic relationship with you. And he knew that was the right thing.

Actually, both he and Kuroo knew that.

Unlike Akaashi, Kuroo had developed feelings for you just after you graduated and basically parted ways as you’d started working different jobs. Regardless if you work at buildings across from each other, and get the chance to see each other typically during lunch or some hangouts during the weekend- you’d had different directions in your life now, and a part of him envied Akaashi for getting to work with you in the same place, every single day, practically morning tonight. That might explain his feelings, just the fact he’s adjusting to not getting the chance to see you as much as he’d like to like you both were in high school. And maybe that’s why Akaashi’s feelings grow stronger every day.

Akaashi sighed to himself as he adjusted his red tie, his breath hitching in his throat at the thought of your hands around his tie that you gifted to him not only a few hours ago.

Of course, he wore it, what did you expect of him?

He opened the door as Kuroo had knocked on it, opening it to view him typing at his phone.

“We should hurry if we don’t want to wait in line at the bar,” Kuroo said, typing still at his phone. “Apparently there’s this performance or whatever and people are lining up like crazy. And ‘cause of New Years’.”

Akaashi hummed as he locked the door. Kuroo looked up and smirked at Akaashi’s tie.

“You’re wearing it too huh?” Kuroo tugged at his own that he currently wore as well. Their clothes were different, but the ties clearly matched.

“Yeah,” Akaashi sighed. “I won’t get to see her tonight so. In her memory, I guess.”

“You’re making it sound like she died or something,” Kuroo rolled his eyes. “You’re right. It’ll be like she’s kinda with us, but not really.”

He’s not going to see you or get the chance to be with you tonight, might as well wear something that reminds them of you. Again, not because you're dead or anything.

You bit at your bottom lip as you tried your best to muster your nerves. Your thighs slightly shook from being stressed as you stood backstage, smoothing out the soft material of your tight and long red dress, looking out onto the illuminated stage in the dim-lit bar. Wincing slightly as you clenched your toes in your red bottoms.

“Oi,” Your friend F/N approached you from behind, handing you a glass of water, which you grabbed and forced down your throat, slightly calming down but … not really. She also happened to own the bar; the bar that you’re going to perform at any moment now.

“What are you so nervous about? You’ve done this before multiple times.”

You sighed at the cold sensation of the liquid, still not enough to calm your nerves. Perhaps you need to be buzzed? It is a bar after all.

Not if you want to trip on stage, you pout.

“Yeah, I know,” You breathe. “It’s just New Years’, there are more people here tonight than the other nights.”

“You’ll be fine,” F/N rolled her eyes. “Just take deep breaths and calm yourself down before you go on stage.”

You nodded as you sat down on the chair on the sides of the curtain.

“I’m gonna go out and welcome everybody, you just relax, ‘ight?”

F/N patted your back before her heels clicked on stage, the attendees of the bar erupting in cheers, howls, and claps.

“Welcome back to Opium, ladies, gents, and … thems,” F/N smirked. “The New Year is approaching in a couple of hours, let’s end the year right, eh?”

Clinks of drinks and drunk slurring can be heard among the audience, making her chuckle.

“Tonight, we’ve got a couple of performances to keep you entertained throughout the night and start the new year off with good decisions!” She giggled. “I can’t promise good decisions, you are at a bar in the middle of Tokyo, I suggest you have the most fun you possibly can.”

“Starting at midnight, you can order the new drinks from the bar! If you want my advice, don’t try the rebel vodka. You’ll be buzzed ‘till the next year rolls around,” She giggles. “Speakin’ of performances, two of my longtime best friends are performing tonight, so be loud for me, ok?”

Akaashi and Kuroo shivered in the cold night air. How much longer did they have to stand in the cold? The line was long and unbearable, they’d been standing in line for over an hour, freezing their jingle bells off. Their shoes and jackets could only muster up so much warmth, and the teeth chattering could not make patience last as long.

“Look, man, maybe we should go to some other bar?” Akaashi suggested, getting more irritated by the minute.

He stared at the large neon sign, spelling out “Opium.” It sounded intoxicating, just as much as he thought about getting drunk and maybe getting you off his mind.

“No, look- there’s not much longer left,” Kuroo shivered. “Plus, we’ve already been waiting an hour.”

Akaashi groaned as he tried to move in his place, muster up some warmth, or at least try to drown out the loud noises of the people standing in line.

“How many more we got waiting, Aone?” F/N peeked her head outside of the doors of the bar, eyes widening at the long line waiting, but a smile on her face. She’d only opened the bar for five months, but business was booming.

“Erm- A lot, boss,” The large muscular bodyguard with grey hair and no eyebrows stated with a neutral expression on his face, might even look intimidating or grumpy. “Do you want me to tell them to go home?”

“No, big guy!” F/N chuckled. “I can just smell their money, keep ‘em waiting. Maybe even ask the new guy to play some loud music outside to keep ‘em entertained while they wait. Even take a few requests.”

Aone nodded and motioned for the new bodyguard to turn on the speakers outside the bar. As F/N was about to go inside, she spotted two oddly familiar locks of black hair, standing in line, one longer and spiker than the other.

Her smile widened as she called out.

“KUROO-SAN! AKAASHI-SAN~!”

The men freezing in their spot turned at the loud yelling of their name, squinting their eyes as they tried to recognize the voice, eyes widening as F/N approached them with glee.

“It’s been a while, eh?”

“F/N!?” They both exclaimed, glad to see a familiar face, but also questioned in confusion.

What was she doing at the bar? Were you here?

“Hey, boys!” She cheered, hugging them both. “Here to see Y/N, eh~? I didn’t think she’d invite you this year but, the more the merrier!”

“We didn’t know, she said she was having a girls’ night- we didn’t think she’d be at the bar…” Kuroo explained, trailing off, confused himself.

“Girls night?” F/N tilted her head in confusion. “You think she has other female friends - other than me? Nonsense.”

Akaashi and Kuroo still remained confused, causing F/N to laugh.

“You mean you don’t-” She switched looking at them back and forth. “You don’t know that she’s performing tonight?”

“Performing?” Kuroo and Akaashi questioned in unison, causing F/N to smirk.

“Ya know what?” She smiles, wanting to leave the rest up to the imagination, knowing it’ll be priceless. “You just take a seat at my bar in the audience, and see for yourself.”

F/N mentally laughed at the fact her friend still hadn’t told her two best friends about what she’s typically up to on most Saturday nights. Pussy.

“I’m sorry, did you just say your bar?” Kuroo said in disbelief, Akaashi not processing it. “Since when have you owned a bar?!”

“Since my fiancé bought it for me for our anniversary,” She shrugged. “Alright, my tits are freezing, follow me.”

Performing? Y/N was a singer? Akaashi thought to himself, not listening to Kuroo and F/N talk. No, he shook his head. She is horrible at singing, especially when you tried to sing that one song by Red Velvet when you were drunk at his place. You practically ruined his hearing that night, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that.

“Aone,” F/N stopped in her tracks, speaking to the large bodyguard the boys following behind her at the entrance couldn’t see just yet. “Let these two in, okay? And get someone to find them their seats.”

The large grey-haired bodyguard nodded, motioning for both Kuroo and Akaashi to go inside, taking a moment to stare at them as he recognized who they are. They recognized who he was before he even had the chance to nod a simple and neutral hello. Once he guided them inside, Akaashi spoke up.

“Wasn’t that the middle blocker who used to be the Iron wall at Date Tech?!”

“Why do you think I almost shit my pants?” Kuroo mumbled as they took their seats, a really pretty waitress coming by their table and offering them tall glasses of water and four tequila shots.

Kuroo eyed her body up and down, down bad. She had curved hips, big tits, and definitely eyed him as well. Perhaps he’ll get his resolution tonight after all.

“We didn’t order these,” Kuroo pointed out with a smirk.

“Courtesy of the owner,” She winked, before walking away, glad to see Kuroo’s eyes at her ass.

Akaashi wasn’t even paying attention. All he could think about is what you would be doing… performing? Performing what? He’s on the edge of his seat, his hands gripping the glass of water until his knuckles turned white.

“Will you chill out?” Kuroo chuckled at his friend’s anxiety, taking a shot, groaning at the sharp feeling. “I’m sure it’s not a big deal. Probably just karaoke or somethin’.”

Akaashi nodded, letting out a puff of air that had more warmth than earlier. The bar door open still left the bar cold, but not as bad as it was outside. He too downed a shot, his face scrunching up from the stinging, feeling more warmth and slightly buzzed.

“Then again,” Kuroo added as he shrugged off his jacket, getting accustomed to the heat of the bar. “It’ll be amusing to see her trip on stage if she’s drunk.”

Akaashi didn’t say much to Kuroo’s words. He was just unbelievably curious. He’s barely known you to do anything out of your comfort zone. And to him, it seems as if doing simple karaoke is out of the question.

Moments later F/N stood back up on the stage and the audience at the bar quieted down.

“Alright!” She cheered. “Our first performance of the night is someone very dear to me, who comes in on Saturday nights sometimes and gets hammered off the vodka. Give it up!”

Kuroo and Akaashi looked up to the stage as the audience cheered and as the lights dim among them.

Y/N?

Your feet bounced behind the stage, taking slow breaths as you got into your position behind the curtains. You let your hands hang in the air, twisted, fingers fluttering- your back arching and your leg stepped to the side, heels clicking. You could faintly hear F/N announce you as the first performer of the night, slightly easing at the joke she left at the end. You were ready to dance. Your red dress rode up your thigh a bit as you moved your leg to the side when the stage curtain unfolded, revealing your arched backside, and the audience softly whistling and cheering in the back of your ear.

Kuroo and Akaashi’s jaws practically fell to the floor as they recognized your appearance on stage almost immediately. Eyes raking your backside with the red dress clinging to your breasts, outlining her figure, and raking the curves of your body with the most immaculate view— and your ass just perfectly shaped out.

Akaashi felt as if his eyes deceived him- well, they both felt that way- there’s absolutely no way that was you. No way. But all was thrown out the window, almost feeling like a slap to the face, the moment you spun around, your hair swaying in the air and your hazy eyes glittery with the stage lighting.

And thus, the speakers boomed with the Latin-pop music and the beats thumping into their hearts as you began to move with the music.

Tu juego me sube y me baja como te conviene...

You swayed your hips from afar, you were far from Kuroo and Akaashi’s reach, not that you even knew they were there. Part of it is what made you feel more carefree. Up until recently, you felt as if your choices were influenced by the men in your life. This was something you wanted to yourself, carefree for yourself. It wasn’t something where you would connect with the audience, it wasn’t where you would choose to interact if you did not want to. Rather, you let the music guide your moves, your breaths increasing with every hard twitch in your moves as you matched the beats.

Cerquita en donde pueda oírte y hacer que te quedes…

As your breaths increased, subconsciously, Akaashi and Kuroo did too. You were mesmerizing. Every sway of your hips, every click of your heels- mentally sent them into a frenzy. Have you always moved like that? Have you always had the flexible ability to almost look as if the music moved to you, not the other way around?

‘Cause you got me countin’ the ways…

Maybe it was the hot atmosphere, maybe it was the lyrics they couldn’t understand to save a life, maybe it was seeing you in this new atmosphere but Kuroo and Akaashi’s eyes hazed up, you had officially taken over their minds. They both wanted you just the same.

“Fuck.” Both Kuroo and Akaashi breathed out in unison, ignoring each other.

Nothing more clouded their minds than the fact they are simply lusting over your dancing as a sexual and passionate act they’d wish they knew before. They thought about the ways you could please them with every passing hot movement that emitted from your hypnotizing movement.

Can your arch her back like that if I fuck into you mercilessly?

Ah. Of course, that’s the first thing they can think of. But the heat and glow can almost radiate off your neck, your thighs, your curved tits popping into the dress and it clouded their minds. Can you project the passion and sexual tension into the real thing?

I mean, can they imagine?

Uno.

Your hips twitched to the side, the curving of your ass became more prominent, causing Akaashi to bite his lip as his eyes raked your figure from afar. He took another shot, feeling hot all of a sudden.

Dos.

You arched your back, your breasts looking more popped up through the cleavage line of your dress, causing Kuroo’s eyes to darken as he raked his eyes over your front. Kuroo took another shot, feeling his throat burn much like his desires.

Tres.

You threw her head back, your eyes darting in their direction, not actually seeing them- but time simply stopped as your eyes narrowed towards them from the side. Your chin tilted, making your jawline ready to cut into their strong gazes, just as sharp, exposing the bare skin of your collarbone, and your neck that they could feel their lips want to attack.

She come back...

They both took their last shots, feeling buzzed and hot. So hot. It can’t just be you, right?

Me necesita.

… She needs me.

Or perhaps… it’s mutual… both ways? You swayed with the music once more to the main chorus, feeling forgotten around your atmosphere of the bar, forgetting your responsibility, not even noticing the fact that the last two people you wanted to be there- subconsciously kept up with your movements.

Maybe you liked the attention after all.

“Mamacita!” Some random guy from the audience whistles, causing you to blush but groan at the same time. Men.

The song was over in mere moments- the act couldn’t go on forever, as much as they had enjoyed it and could find themselves watching you twirl not so innocently for hours. Part of it nipped at Akaashi and Kuroo, you liked doing this? What drove you to do this when you’ve shown you’re perfectly happy with your profession at work? Surely, you can’t be getting paid to do this.

Akaashi’s knuckles could have lost circulation from the way he gripped the table, needing to compose himself.

Neither of them got hard, that’s too weird for the moment. But emotionally, maybe emotionally if they had an inner dick, it’d be standing up. Much as they did now, as soon as everyone clapped at the end of your performance, your chest was heaving with breaths, Akaashi and Kuroo stood up along the audience. But they didn’t clap.

They couldn’t bring themselves to move. Their raked your breasts moving up and down as you caught your breath from the intense body movements you projected on stage, imagining quite a more erotic scenario where they’d want to see you left breathless.

And that’s when you saw them. That’s when your eyes caught both of theirs and your breath hitched in your throat. You couldn’t read their expressions through the dimmed lights- but you can clearly see that they were beyond impressed.

You didn’t know why your lips moved on their own as you smirked and sent a wink towards their way, seeing them both stiffen in their spots, before disappearing backstage.

Akaashi and Kuroo were done left speechless.

“Alright, that was Y/N!” F/N got back up on stage after you left. “No, you can’t have her number!” She yelled at the man whistling in the audience.

“Our next performer of the night is gonna play a couple of songs, and, like me, is an alumnus from Shiratorizawa in the Miyagi prefecture!” F/N announced cheerily.

“Please welcome one of my dearest friends, Semi~! And his band-that-I-don’t-know-the-name-of-sorry."

Akaashi and Kuroo waited still at their table anxiously. Akaashi’s feet bounced under the table, and Kuroo’s knees shook. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the anxiety of being caught when you had told them you didn’t want to spend time on New Years’. Maybe they should have left. Maybe they shouldn’t have stayed through the whole performance, lord knows they mentally barely handled it.

Why did you keep this a secret?

Akaashi’s eyes kept scanning the crowd for 20 minutes as they sat and waited. What… were they waiting for, exactly?

You can’t just leave, Kuroo thought. You saw them, he’s positive you did. Otherwise, why would you smirk at the audience or send a mischievous wink towards their direction? You can’t have just left after… all of that.

Then again, they don’t know what to expect of you. Maybe you’ve always been like this new mysterious… career? They don’t even know what to call it. As far as they’re concerned, they don’t even know much about you at this rate like they thought they did.

As if you could read their thoughts, they both felt your hands snake their way behind their backs, slightly rubbing at their shoulders, they could feel your breath at their neck- they could even say they smelt you as your fragrance filled their senses.

They thought they knew you too well.

“Hey, boys,” You giggled behind them, your hands remaining on their shoulders. They immediately snapped their heads to look at you, panicked expressions are written all over their faces. “Funny seeing you here.”

“W-We didn’t know you’d be here, we planned to go here but-!”

You chuckled with a smirk, causing their heartbeats to quicken, gripping their shoulders. Maybe it affected Akaashi a bit more.

“Don’t worry about it,” You assured them, moving to grab the chair on Kuroo’s right to seat yourself right in between them. “I’m glad you came, actually.”

Now Kuroo and Akaashi were speechless again.

“Really?” Akaashi asked, you only chuckled and nodded.

“I know this may have come as a shock to you guys,” You blushed. “But I’ve always done dancing- and, well, when F/N opened up her bar she offered extra cash for performances and stuff. And I hadn’t danced as well in a long time, so I got back into it. I just wanted something fun in my life other than my current job- which, I love, don’t get me wrong- but… dancing makes me feel… free. That’s all I can really say.”

Kuroo and Akaashi could only nod in understanding, they wished they had other hobbies as well besides work which only takes up 80% of their time.

“And I didn’t really tell you both since it wasn’t a big deal,” You giggled. “But, yeah…”

You trailed off, leaning on the table, hoping they’d say something…

“Y-You did really good, Y/N,” Akaashi broke the silence after a while, coughing awkwardly.

“Y-Yeah,” Kuroo stated dumbfoundedly. “You looked.. pretty … cool up there.”

Kuroo internally cringed at his choice of words. But he also did not want to scare you away. Neither of them did. What they had really wanted to say was how fucking hot and amazing you looked and danced and how you practically, cheesily, swayed your way into their hearts.

Maybe it was symbolic. Maybe it was not.

You slightly frowned, expecting bigger praises, something more than just ‘cool,’ but you knew they were awkward, so you settled for a flattering laugh and thanked them dearly. You knew they meant it, and that’s all that mattered.

“So,” you broke the awkward silence after a moment. “Who wants vodka?”

“Not me,” Akaashi shook his head aggressively.

“Ah,” you looked at the empty tequila shot glasses. “You guys are already buzzed, still— let’s have some fun! On me, okay?”

Kuroo and Akaashi’s eyes widened, but they nodded nonetheless. It’s the new year, after all— and they're celebrating it both with the one person on their minds every year.

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I WANT IT. ¹

PAIRING | miya atsumu x fem!reader + kageyama tobio

GENRE | angst, smut (18+)

AU | YANDERE

WARNINGS | TIME SKIP MANGA SPOILERS + NSFW + YANDERE! DARK CONTENT AHEAD. minors dni! pwp, yandere behavior, stalking, voyeurism, kageyama fucking you from atsumu's point of view; atsumu being a creep, light degredation, light mocking, tobio being cocky, public sex, public masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected car sex, recording sex without consent, light corruption fantasies, etc. DO NOT IGNORE WARNINGS.

DISCLAIMER | this is a yandere au. dark content ahead. minors do NOT interact.

WORD COUNT | 8.4k

SUMMARY | in which you are the only female manager that has not fallen for the MSBY black jackals' flirty tactics, and after two years of constant rejections and shut-downs to flirty comments, the entire team quit their tactics. excluding miya atsumu and sakusa kiyoomi, whose obsession, feelings, and want to be with you only got stronger and more unhealthy by the day even when you were already taken by another man. and, as a manager, you have to take care of your team members no matter what... right?

BONUS | inspired by this flaming hot ash song called i want it by two feet. FUCK.

PART ONE [ 1/4 ] | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

MIYA ATSUMU WAS A PLAYER IN EVERY SINGLE ASPECT OF HIS LIFE. And he loved the feeling of being able to gain something new due to his mechanism of work and his ability to gain whatever he wants due to his status as well. He was not a workaholic, per se, but he loved taking things from working hard for them. He loved the thrill of having the ability to take what he wants when he wants. He loved seeing his hard work pay off. He loved letting certain things go after they became useless. And it didn’t help that he was the precise same way when it came to his sex or love life.

As if everything came easy to him, the idea of getting anyone he wants is not something far out of his reach. He’s a firm believer that he could get anyone he wanted due to his status as a player in every aspect.

Of course, that was until you came along. The newest female manager to the MSBY Black Jackals of Japan.

For the first few weeks with you managing their team, he wanted to get in your pants— much like every team member who worked their asses off and wanted to use a woman for their own pleasure. Nearly every year their managers would quit due to the fact they realized the team members only wanted to get in their pants and didn’t truly appreciate their work as actual managers. They didn’t feel wanted because of their skills in managing, they just felt like used property. And it wasn’t like they would force the managers to do anything, they all fall for their little tricks to blow off steam every time, which is why it was expected that you would be an easy fuck for them much like the rest.

Not you, though. You’ve been the only manager that has not given into their flirty comments and has blatantly rejected every single one of the team members in a moment they’d approach to ask you of anything but your tasks or volleyball expectations.

They can vividly recall the day you were introduced to the team and how they all mentally shared knowing glances to each other, expecting another manager who’ll fall right for their tactics. It started off as inviting you for team dinners after practice, to bars, and even to their own homes and to play it off as celebratory for game winnings. And yet— you still refused.

You weren’t the blushy or flustered type of manager when it came to their endless flirting, you would brush it off and bluntly state that you are uncomfortable with their actions, politely asking them to refrain from asking you out or flirting with you as it is unprofessional and you would prefer they maintain their distance or comments unless it had to do with their needs as team members for volleyball and nothing else. It came off as a shock to the majority of those who attempted to pursue you, but they eventually quit the acts and gave you your space, knowing fully well that a no is a no and that you are here to manage their team, nothing more.

And it worked, they all quit their acts and began to respect your work ethic and you as a person, eventually becoming close to you as friends and the fact you took great care of them as a manager. In fact, you are the longest manager in terms of duration that they have had, having managed their team for two years now, all of their acts have faded into more playful-ness.

You were just so kind and hardworking, they truly appreciated your work ethic for the good of the team. You had a smile that sent jolts of motivation each game, and overall they’d all just grown to admire you. You were just so perfect, and they knew you weren’t one to give in to easy things. So they all quit.

Well, not all of the team members, unfortunately. Your attitude of rejection could barely faze only Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu. The smallest things you did, especially having known you for two years now, sent that addictive feeling rushing into their body to pursue you in the filthiest ways imaginable. And it grew stronger daily, to the point it became an unhealthy obsession for both. Physically, you could assume they are no longer interested in you that way anymore because their flirty attitudes have died down, but oh were you wrong.

Their desire for you grows stronger by the passing minute of each day, and two years have been a major change in their perspective over you than the first day you started off as their manager. It’s as if the first day they met you they realized you’re different and you’re unlike the other managers they’ve previously had. You always stood your ground, had a deep understanding of volleyball and strategies, and you took great care of the team during their biggest slumps.

It’s kind of hard not to fall for you. But, alas, they knew you couldn’t feel the same. You’ve practically rejected them or distanced yourself each time they crossed a few lines. So they resorted to their own fantasies for the time being.

In most cases, obviously, it is okay to fantasize about who you like or admire, in fact, it’s normal to have a crush. But after two years, a normal person would say that it’s not really a ‘crush’ anymore. Instead, it’s become this unhealthy form of infatuation to have you in every way that one small taste of you can feed into it. Although they both seem to be unaware at the given moment that their goal— they both have the same exact goal of pursuing you, no matter the cost— to have you. And you wouldn’t know a single thing about it.

At first, Atsumu was confident you’d fall for his tactics. He couldn’t care less about you rejecting the others, he was just sure you wouldn’t reject him. He was confident he’d be able to get you in his bed and call it a success.

However, the day he tried it did not go very well. His confidence practically broke his ego.

One night, after practice, Atsumu wanted to stay and practice his serves more when the rest of the team left. Although, he mostly just had the plan of purposely being left behind so that he was alone with you. And just because you’re the manager and you were always left to lock up, he finally wanted to experience that first time of his heart beating realizing he was going to be left alone with you.

So when the team left and Atsumu stayed behind, he watched you scribble down a few notes into your clipboard. You looked strangely attractive to him when you seemed to be in deep focus, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip and your brows furrowed. He wondered… if you would make that face of focus if you were to get fucked dumb—!

Sadly, his fantasy was cut off the moment you looked up and noticed that he was still here and hadn’t left with the rest of the team.

“May I help you, Miya-san?” You asked, with an eyebrow raised as you secure your pen into your clipboard.

“L/N-san,” He cleared his throat. “I got permission from Foster-sensei to stay after for a few minutes to practice a couple of my serves, ya saw in last week’s game it was off, I need more practice.”

“Alright,” You nodded, and went back to jotting away at your clipboard. “But, please hurry it up in about twenty minutes so I can lock up early, it is the weekend after all and I do have somewhere to be as well, Miya-san.”

Atsumu was taken back. You were telling him to hurry it up? Just who did you think you were ordering him around to fit around your own schedule? You manage his team to fit their criteria, not the other way around. Who gives a fuck what you have planned, you’re supposed to stay here for as long as it takes because in the end, Atsumu is the star, and you’re just left to run errands for him. He doesn’t hurry it up for you, rather, you must hurry it up for him.

So why did he simply nod at your words without arguing like he wanted to? Why did he keep his mouth shut?

Just who did ya think ya were?

“Yeah, of course, L/N-san,” Atsumu nodded, before jogging up to the net where the basket of the volleyballs was, and he immediately went back to his serves and tosses.

Still, as he faced away from you and continued with his own personal practice for the next thirty minutes, he smirked as he decided to put on this exterior that he always uses and manages to work with every other girl. He had to give it a go at the moment, this is what he was here for; this is what he stayed later after practice for.

He had to try.

Atsumu spun around, holding the ball, and seeing you still deep in focus at your clipboard, he frowned lightly before resorting back to his smirk. It was going to work, he knew it—!

“L/N-san?” He spoke up, you looked up momentarily to his calling before looking back at the clock in the corner of the wall, and standing up abruptly.

“Shoot, it’s been over twenty minutes, I need to go—!” You started softly, before turning back to Atsumu standing in the middle of the court with a ball in his hand, simply looking at you.

“Miya-san, it’s been over twenty minutes! Please put away the ball, so I can lock up!” You ordered as you grabbed the keys from the bench, turning back to see him still standing there with an amused look on his face.

He doesn’t know why he wanted to walk closer and make sure you knew your place… Seriously, what could be more important than him?

“Jus’ a few more minutes,” He started, lightly swallowing his nerves before smirking and slowly approaching you, causing you to raise your brows in confusion. “How about this time, ya watch me do a few serves since ya’ve had yer pretty little head buried inside that stack of papers all day?”

You were taken back by his words and the way he clearly thinks he has the upper hand here. Did he not hear you when you said you had other plans?

“Miya-san, I have plans that I have to tend to. Please put away the ball so I can lock up,” You stated, turning away from him to pick up your clipboard, completely missing the way he caught up a few feet from behind you.

“Yer plans can wait, L/N-san,” He interjected behind you, you stood back up and turned to face him, taken back once again by his stubborn attitude. “I need to practice more and I need ya to watch me do a few serves!”

“I apologize Miya-san, but as I said earlier I have to lock up and I have to be somewhere else by now. I will watch them next week,” You shook him off as you grabbed your bag, gasping as Atsumu decided now would be a good time to grab it from your hold.

Your mouth was left agape, and impatience adorned your features.

“Miya—!”

“I don’t think ya heard me well, L/N-san,” He tsks, his gaze intense as he was holding the bag out of your hold. “I asked ya if ya want to watch me do a few serves and give me feedback.”

“What—?” You stated in confusion. “Hand me back my bag!”

“Stay first,” Atsumu stated, causing your patience to be non-existent at this point. “Then maybe I’ll consider giving it back!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Did you not hear what I said? I don’t want to!” You exclaimed. “Now give me back my bag!”

Atsumu took a step back and lowered your bag in his hold, causing you to lurch forward and grabbing it from his hold.

No, no—! Did he just ruin everything—?

“I’m sorry, L/N-san! I- I was just messing around! That’s all...” Atsumu trails off after exclaiming with his hands in the air, the ball was long forgotten on the floor.

You look away from his pouting gaze that only now just seemed playful, earlier it wasn’t. As he was clearly trying to keep you in place when you stated multiple times no. Yet, he’s your team member and you have to treat him with respect since he said he was just joking… right?

“It’s alright, Miya-san,” You resort to saying, looking away as you clutched your clipboard and bag. “Your coach asked me to lock up, and that’s what I’m here to do. Please put away the ball so I can do that.”

Again? You seriously just repeated that?

Atsumu was taken back, and girls paid thousands to watch him. He’s offering for free... how come? But he has to understand, due to the fact he almost scared you away.

Almost.

“Yeah, of course,” He bowed, looking at the side of your face as you organized your items in your bag. “I’ll do that right now.”

And he did as you asked, he walked away and put away the ball into the basket and pushed it back into the storage room, watching in admiration as you followed him to lock it. He allowed a girl to control him like that. And for what? What was the reason?

As you stood locking the main door of the gym, he stayed behind you and allowed himself to smirk again, and let his own words linger.

“Ya know, L/N-san...” Atsumu started. “It is pretty late, I can walk ya home if ya’d like!” He offered suddenly, you looked at him in confusion once more and shook your head.

“I am quite alright, I am not walking home yet,” You shook your head frantically, honestly flattered by his kindness but he’s so insistent. “Thank you, though, Miya-san.”

“Are ya sure? Maybe we’re headed in the same direction—!” Atsumu edges you on, and you shake your head.

“I’m good, thanks,” You say bitterly, pulling the door and making sure it’s locked you start to walk away, Atsumy tailing behind you.

“Oh okay,” He frowned. “No worries.”

You gave a weak smile before turning the corner of the street, letting out a puff of air and hoping he wasn’t walking with you anymore. Atsumu's pride was severed, he doesn’t know why he won’t take no for an answer.

He has to try again… and like they say, the third time’s a charm… right?

“L/N-san!” Atsumu called out from the end of the street, causing you to grumble in annoyance and whip your head back, forcing a friendly smile on your face.

“Yes?”

“If not today, then maybe next week—we could grab some onigiri or somethin’? Or whatever you might like—?” Atsumu fidgets with his jacket, cursing himself mentally when you raise a hand and interrupt him.

“Miya-san, with all due respect, I am your manager. I hope I have emphasized that enough. Please refrain from asking me out again, if you don’t mind.” you bluntly stated, impatience adorning your features. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to be on my way.”

Atsumu froze in his spot... did he just get rejected? Again? As if the rejection wasn’t enough to convince him that he’s lost his shot, his eyes became clouded with red.

“I understand,” He stated coolly, however, the boiling rage that struck into his ego is at its near maximum. Any second now, he would blow up.

“Thank you,” You bowed respectfully, waving off with a smile as you bid him goodnight.

Atsumu’s gaze sharpened as he watched you walk away. Seriously, what was more important than spending time with him? And rejecting him at once? Do you really have to play hard to get? He was just being nice and offering a spot for only you to watch, it’s like a free ticket to a private game! And on top of that, one of the most powerful setters you manage his team for. So what was it that caused you to reject watching the Miya Atsumu practice his receives when they’re near perfected at his matches? People pay a fortune to get front row seats to one of the best teams of Japan, especially for the top setters in the nation!

You can’t just reject him… do you even know your place?

Atsumu eyebrows unfurrowed, and he puts a small smile on his face. However, nothing about it screams kind. It’s the unsettling sort of smile that adorns his features, the one accompanied by wide eyes bulging out as they watch your figure leave the gym. The face of a person who’d just gotten slapped in the face and knows damn well that he’ll absolutely corrupt whoever slapped them… That he’ll make them regret their choice of words. That’s what it felt like, especially since Atsumu’s knuckles turned white by the way he’s formed his hands into fists on his sides.

This has never happened to him. Just who the fuck were you?

Atsumu’s smile widens, and he lets out a breathy chuckle.

Looks like he’ll have to teach you some manners.

When the following week had come and Atsumu saw you walk into the gym with an innocent-looking smile, he presumed you’d completely forgotten about the encounter that happened between the both of you last week. But that’s okay, he’ll have to remind you about it later since it meant a great deal to him. It was the day Atsumu decided he’ll just have to try harder. It’ll mean a greater deal to you in time, he hopes.

It’s honestly just like a match. He’d practice harder if he lost, that’s all. That’s what it is. It’s the same thing. You and volleyball are the same thing, basically.

But he most likely inferred that your smile has to do with the new shiny diamond ring that circled your ring finger perfectly, the one he may or may not have seen you wear for the first time with tears of joy.

The tears of joy he may or may not have seen as he allowed his footsteps to keep moving in your direction that night right after your rejection.

The footsteps that padded behind you all the way to the fancy restaurant where a handsome and dreamy man in a suit sat at a beautifully decorated table with fancy silky cloth and rose petals, the faint smell of sparkling champagne in the air.

He saw the way you gleefully approached the man. Running into his arms, as if it was your safe haven you’d fall into after a hectic day at work. He dressed very nicely, while you remained dressed in your gym and manager attire, not as fancy. Atsumu mentally curses himself for being selfish for once and taking up extra of your precious time that you probably would have used to change out of these clothes and probably wore something fancier and out of what he’d see you regularly wearing. He could have stayed behind and watched you wear that, slowly but surely every inch of the fabric stuck to your skin and if he had wanted to rip it off. (He imagined it to be like that one purple dress that hugged your curves and cupped your tits that he saw while mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram he follows from a secret account. Nothing crazy though, it’s not even under his name.) But he’d never rip it off the first day, the first time will be consensual. And that’s important!

But Atsumu thought the manager's clothing kept your modesty and your true beauty since you’re clearly out with a rich man and you didn’t want that to be something people looked at you for. You’re you, not what your relations paint you out to be.

A rich man… from an opposing team?

Wait…

What the fuck is going on?

Atsumu’s eyes seem to widen more the moment he realizes that the man’s arms you just ran into… were Tobio Kageyama’s; the opposing team of the Schweiden Adlers' official setter.

He also happened to be Atsumu’s rival since high school. The moment he saw his neutral expression soften at your appearance, his knuckles turned white from the clenched fists he formed again. Atsumu could physically feel his blood boil at the sight of the opposing setter.

It’s like knowing that your significant other is none other than Tobio Kageyama made this entire situation of infatuation significantly worse. Now Atsumu just had to get you.

However, he wonders what Kageyama thinks. You’re managing his opposing team’s match. He wonders how Kageyama feels about you spending hours with his team; traveling and taking such… good… care of them. Atsumu knows he’d never trust his own girlfriend to be around so many men. So much could happen. He’d keep her just to himself, and pay no other man attention. But it seems as if Kageyama is unfazed, clearly the way he held you in the middle of the restaurant as you seemed to be pressed flush against his chest and sighing from fatigue just shows his amount of trust and love for you that it’s nothing to him. Especially when Atsumu caught sight of the chaste peck he placed on your forehead as he held you. Clearly, he’s a popular setter too, getting attention from millions of girls on the daily.

Atsumu internally gags at the idea of putting so much trust into one another in a relationship. Seriously, who doesn’t get worried and paranoid that the other might be cheating? It’s only normal.

However, it wasn’t until you gave Kageyama a sweet kiss on his cheek and he sat down to wait for you, that Atumu really reached his limits. He was waiting on literally anything to hold against Kageyama, to show you that he’s not the setter you should be with. He’s got to be flawed. That it should be Atsumu; it should be his arms that you run into after a long day at work for him as well—!

Okay, he was getting ahead of himself. First, he wants to fuck you. He wants to see if the moment he released all of himself inside you that it’d be a worthy investment of his time and love into you. Do you really deserve it when you’re rejecting him like a brat?

Anyway, he was waiting for a moment to seize— and as if the gods answered his prayers, a group of young women who were sitting at a table nearby got up from their seats and walked over to approach Kageyama. He looked up in confusion and Atsumu could barely hear what they were saying as they tried to surround him. However, he could only assume that they were fans and probably wanted a picture with him.

Oh-ho?

Atsumu felt a dark smile form onto his lips the moment he saw a girl latch her hand at his Kageyama’s shoulder. Atsumu couldn’t let this go to waste— this was his chance! This was his chance to prove to you who’s the real setter you’re managing! Not this cunt who’s letting a girl touch him.

The moment Atsumu whipped out his phone to take a picture, however, he saw Kageyama swat the girl’s hand from his shoulder, standing up abruptly and faintly demanding they leave even though he’s flattered.

“The bastard’s loyal huh?” Atsumu grumbled under his breath. But the answer to the question of Kageyama’s loyalty to you still didn’t faze him. Atsumu was going to have you and take you from him, obviously.

As if on cue, you opened the restaurant door clutching the same bag from earlier, except this time, the loose cloth was dangling from the bag— your manager's clothing— and you were wearing a petite cream-colored dress that hugged your hips and gentle body so well.

That’s just embarrassing… Atsumu grumbles under his breath in utter annoyance as he feels the material of his shorts tighten with the tent that began to form, leaves of the bush he stood behind ruffling as he began to adjust his legs in a more comfortable position. He couldn’t help it, the thrill of being the only guy among the Black Jackals who’s seen you out with an outfit that only leaves imagination up to the eye.

Anyway, Kageyama stood up and placed yet another kiss on your face, except for the raging fact he placed his lips on yours this time, mentally groaning at the fact you kissed him back just as passionately, your hands tugging at his jacket as he held you.

Seriously, quit it with the PDA it’s pissing him off—!

Atsumu’s wishes were granted as soon as Kageyama’s lips pulled away from yours and feathered the last one for a while on the top of your soft hair. And as you both sat down, Atsumu knew he’d have to just observe incoherent words of you both just conversing with each other, ordering your food together, and whatever else the night may have stored for later.

Atsumu expected something simple and old-fashioned from knowing Tobio. He expected a boring date with just a fancy dinner. He expected this to be just some normal date that couldn’t hint at seriousness between you both. He honestly expected you to fall asleep at one point. But none of that happened.

Tobio Kageyama was an entirely different person from his point of view as he managed to pull that heavenly giggle and smile from your lips throughout the entire night. Even after you both finished eating, you stayed and just talked for what seemed like forever to Atsumu. The gentle touches and soft shoves you both gave each other as you wholeheartedly listened to him and he, you. Atsumu’s mouth only gaped at Tobio’s behavior around you. He looked truly happy and content to be with you at every second that seemed to pass— and the part that stung Atsumu the most was just how happy you looked and felt with him too. He could just tell that this was definitely something that was serious.

It’s a shame he has to ruin something so beautiful for his own benefit. But it must be done— it just has to. Atsumu could care less that you were happy with someone else. Moreso, someone Atsumu has thought of as an enemy since high school. In fact, this just made things easier for him. It would be like knocking two birds with one stone.

He gets to finally defeat the Adlers’ setter in something other than volleyball, and he gets to have you. He gets to take you away from Kageyama. And it made sense anyway, it’s not like you managed the Adlers. No, you managed the Jackals. And it will just have to remain that way forever. He’ll ensure that.

But Atsumu never expected this night to become something he felt that he almost couldn’t take anymore. Or rather something that would complicate his plans just a bit. Because no, the night to Tobio was clearly far from over. He heard your laughs die down and a small gasp escaped your lips. However, from Atsumu’s position, he could barely see what was going on since he could only see you sitting with your hand over your lips, and Kageyama was nowhere near his chair.

Curse the expensive dark-colored sports car that was parked in front of his hiding spot. He could barely see a thing!

Atsumu tch’ed as he pulled out his phone and clicked on his camera to zoom in and get a better look at what was going on. He nearly dropped his phone at the sight of what it depicted. Kageyama had gotten on his knees under the table, oddly enough he did it in a discreet manner that no one noticed. Atsumu could see under the cloth how his hands on your knees parted your thighs slightly enough for his head to peek in right in between them. Atsumu could see the way Tobio looked up at you from under the cloth— he could only guess one thing. Lust. But perhaps lust wasn’t just it, if that were Atsumu under the table, he’d be able to tell it’s deep of love and devotion to you.

But this was so unexpected of Tobio. He never struck Atsumu as the type to be into pleasuring you out in public, the mere thrill of being caught obviously straining his boxers. Atsumu’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you carding your delicate hands through Tobio’s hair… he could… hear you sniffling from far away?

Atsumu zoomed in with his phone and noticed a light reflection coming from… a jeweled ring held in his fingers on top of your thigh... It’s as if he could tell the look on Tobio’s face was daring and endearing at the same time.

He was fucking proposing to you, under the table of a fancy, public, and dim-lit restaurant, with the full intent of marking you with nothing but love mixed with pleasure with his tongue.

No wonder ya both skipped on orderin' dessert.

Atsumu could only wish he heard the absolute tender yet dirty words spewing from Tobio’s mouth under the table to you. He could only wish he heard Tobio confess his intent to fully devote his love to you by making you his— and if the world caught sight of that moment, he wouldn’t mind. He’ll have you forever.

But first, (unfortunately unheard by Atsumu) Tobio will have to hear just how much you want your boyfriend to make you gush around his tongue; giving him the dessert he didn’t get to order while you beg for him to make you his with the ring he clutched between his fingers. Tobio seemed to chuckle darkly at your needy expression towards the ring in his palm. You wanted it— you practically begged to have the ring wrapped around your finger by him. Atsumu could tell you said yes; because his gaze became clouded with a sense of darkness, envy, and lust as he watched Tobio dip his head further into your embarrassed cunt. Atsumu’s tent tightened the gap between his shorts and thighs as he watched you bite your hand from moaning loudly at the pleasure that began to form from Tobio’s tongue alone. He could tell you wanted to throw your head back and tug at his dark hair.

Atsumu thanked the gods for the delicious moment and for his hiding spot because it didn’t take long for him to slide his bruised hand from setting into his shorts, reaching for his annoying erection and palming himself through the material as he watched Tobio fuck you with bliss on his tongue. He mentally cursed at the fact the recording wasn’t going to be enough due to the fact he can barely see you and Tobio’s facial expressions, but that’ll have to do for now. He can always fantasize and remember— it’s what he’s been doing up to this moment anyway.

Atsumu bit his lip as he finally saw you tug at Tobio’s hair, your fingers turning white as you held his locks; he could tell you were getting close. Atsumu’s breath increased as he realized you weren’t the innocent little manager he thought you were after all. The mere fact you could come undone in just a few minutes from simple tongue fucking and in public where anyone could see just rocked him closer to his own orgasm. He can’t imagine just how much more he doesn’t know about you. All he knows is that he wanted to be in Tobio’s position more than anything. He felt himself drool at the thought of being able to taste every inch of your cunt with his tongue— he could just imagine how sweet you would taste. He could tell from the way Tobio ravaged his tongue against your folds like he was drinking his ungodly flavored milk he couldn’t get enough of back in high school.

It’s as if Tobio had become an entirely different person when he met you. And Atsumu couldn’t blame him because he felt the same exact way. But it doesn’t matter, he’ll have his way with you. And when he will, he promised himself he’ll do it over and over— however long it would take to erase Tobio’s way with you permanently. Until you won’t want anyone but him.

Yeah... he’ll have his way with you.

Atsumu let out a muffled grunt against his jacket as his legs shook with the orgasm that rippled itself into his body like electricity. His cum squirted all over his bruised hands, groaning at the sticky sensation. He’s touched himself before to the little thoughts of you, of course; but this was something he got to witness firsthand. This was probably the best orgasm he’d had from jerking off to you. Surely, this wasn’t going to be his last?

Atsumu’s breathing slowed as he was able to tell you came around the same time he did because he watched Tobio’s head disappear after placing a kiss on your wrist from your hand that is stuck in his—now—messy locks. He watched from the distance as you came down from your high, chest heaving up and down slowly, your cleavage slightly out due to the fact your dress was shuffled a bit with Tobio’s hands.

It was beyond Atsumu how literally nobody around you noticed what just happened. He raised a brow when he noticed Tobio still under the table, but he smirked as he realized the opposing setter was clearly trying to adjust the mess he made in his pants. Unbeknownst to Atsumu, Tobio took care of your pleasure while taking care of his own. Meaning Tobio palmed himself under the table and came right as you did... in unison.

Unison… like the fact he sealed your finger with the ring as you both came undone together. An orgasm that was so precious to Tobio due to the fact you must have cum while you said yes. Cumming undone in public and sealing your fate with Tobio in unison. To say Atsumu was severely jealous was an understatement. He was utterly annoyed and, inconveniently, rock-hard once more even though he came only a moment ago. Clearly, it wasn’t enough.

He grunted in annoyance at the but his attention was back at the fact you and Tobio just got up abruptly from your table, Tobio placing the bill for the dinner and grabbing at your hand in the other, walking you out and crossing the street.

Atsumu’s eyes widened behind his disgraceful hiding spot, you were crossing the straight right in his direction. You were both practically approaching his hiding spot.

Holy fucking shit— did they see him? Did they actually catch him in his contemptible position as he pumped out his filthy desire from watching you cum?

Atsumu silently panicked as you and Tobio were feet away from his crouched position. But his heart rate died down the moment he reached for his car (that was his sports car?) keys and opened the passenger door for you to climb in with wobbly legs. Atsumu’s gaze lowered at your ridden up dress, your thighs were exposed more than they were earlier, clearly from earlier. And from his crouched position, he could see the bare outline of your drenched panties. Atsumu mentally cursed at Tobio for still allowing your wet cunt to soak your panties. If that was him, he’d have licked you up until there would be no drop to even form a wet spot on the thin material. Or perhaps it was intentional— which would make sense to his new side Atsumu had never seen. He barely knew the man and his plans now. What was next? Was that it?

No, of course not. Atsumu, or rather any normal human being, would only assume that was just a little thing to get the night started and that daring Tobio definitely had more planned for the rest of the night. He could only imagine just how hard he’ll fuck when you get home and immediately go to bed. He’ll probably since he sealed the deal and adding unprotected sex to the list isn’t too far from his plans most likely.

Atsumu would definitely fuck you without any form of protection if he’d proposed to you. He’d lose count to how many times he’d fill your cunt with his pent-up load that he wouldn’t be mad if you got pregnant. Of course, this was a far-fetched idea of getting you pregnant. But it doesn’t hurt to think outside of the box.

Atsumu mentally let out a whine. He wanted to follow you and Tobio home. He wanted to witness it first-hand. But unfortunately, he had to get home and sleep early, due to the fact he had press and a bunch of other shit to deal with in the morning. But perhaps the universe smiled down at Atsumu today. Because the moment Tobio shut the car door behind him, he lifted you by your waist, almost in a rough manner, and pushed you to the backseat.

Atsumu felt a drool down his cheek. This was so exciting. This was unbelievably filthy. In the car? In front of the restaurant?

Not bad, Tobio-kun.

Atsumu watched as Tobio went to the backseat as well and pulled you to straddle his waist. Despite the windows being closed, the backseat window had a faint opening. From the close proximity of where he was hiding, that was deliciously vivid to his view and hearing. Atsumu’s terrifying grin widened as he pressed another recording, sliding his hand under his shorts once more.

“I don’t think you did a good enough job at the restaurant hiding your moans, love,” Tobio muttered as he slid his hand under your dress, toying with your sensitive clit. “I want to give it another try, except this time, I’ll make you and my car shake. How does that sound, pretty girl?”

Tobio clearly left the window open on purpose, almost daring you to moan loudly for everyone around to hear. To hear you moan loudly about just how good he’s taking care of his woman. Buying her fancy dinner, getting dessert right from her own source, proposing with a blindingly shiny ring that presented success and accomplishments, adding the cherry on top with you now being secured in his life. He was going to fuck you until you could never forget tonight.

In a way, Atsumu felt lucky to watch, to witness a moment so important in your life, a moment that was meant to only you and Tobio to look back on. And he almost feels bad for staying hidden, recording this unforgettable moment.

Maybe he’ll show the recording to you in the future when he completely breaks this moment. When he replaces it with another moment that erases Tobio. But maybe he would show it to you. It could serve as a reminder that he’s not what you deserve. You deserve better, you deserve him. Not some rich yet other powerful setter. You have him, you should forget about Tobio Kageyama.

Yeah, you should savor this moment until the very end. Because many more will come where Tobio won’t be in the picture. Atsumu made that promise to himself.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Atsumu’s sweat prickled on his forehead as he watched you bounce on Tobio’s cock— his head thrown back against the leather seat, fingers brushing against your nipples through the dress very so often as it elicits soft moans from you. But he could tell you were trying to keep it down. He could tell Tobio was fucking you good.

“T-Tobio, mmh—! I think I’m close already!” You whined against his clothed chest, your tears from the sensitivity of earlier streaming down your cheeks with every thrust.

“Already? We just started. You wanted my dick that much when I wrapped that finger around you, baby?” Tobio cooed as he watched you struggle to take him, bouncing ever so lightly as you do. “That’s okay— I intend to make you cum for however much it takes. Not every day you get proposed to, Y/N. I won’t let you forget.”

“Baby, please! Go faster, ‘s too big,” You whined at his words, causing Tobio to scoff as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind on the headrest of the front seat.

“Was tongue fucking you not enough prep, my love?” Tobio asked as he pinned you, his thrusts getting faster at your request, to the point where you throw your head back against the headrest of where your hands were pinned. “Thank god I’m marrying you and this tight pussy. I’m sure this will be a common occurrence. But that’s okay, I’ll fuck you loose. Loose from me. Me only, love.”

Ya liked this, L/N-san? I could make ya scream next time. I’ll do it. I won’t hold ya back from yer beautiful and dirty sounds like Tobio-kun— I’ll help ya let it all out…

Atsumu’s grip on his own cock increased in speed as he heard your moans become louder. He felt bad for you as he palmed himself— what if someone hears? That’d be embarrassing and a little clumsy of you. You get to come while filthy people watch— watch Tobio thrust up into you faster as he gets closer to reaching his own climax. Mouth latching onto your neck and hands tugging at his dark locks in the tinted windows of an unnecessarily expensive sports car. Your delicious view of tits bouncing right in Tobio’s face, making him groan into your skin and grope the flesh harder.

“Fuck—engh! Y/N, it’s honestly like your getting tighter. But I’m a bit confused, love, aren’t you enjoying this a bit much?” Tobio chuckled at your fucked out expression. “I guess I’m planning on marrying you for a reason. I get to fuck and understand this pretty little body all by myself. Of course, you—fuck—you want that too, huh?”

You were enjoying this so much, L/N-san. I’ll give ya this and more. I will.

“You’re jus’ too big for me to handle sometimes, Tobio, I can’t—mmh—! Help it!” Your breathy moan escaped with your words, leaning against his torso to steady yourself as you feel yourself getting undeniably closer to your release.

“Damn right I am. We didn't order any drinks and you're already drunk on my cock," Tobio chuckled at your helplessness. "I bet you were just waiting for me to get down on my knees for you, hm?"

"I've been waiting for months—fuck— months for you to propose, Tobio," Your riding slows from your legs giving out, causing Tobio to groan and resort to thrusting upwards into you since you clearly can't do it yourself. "'M so happy you did."

"'M happy I did too, baby," Tobio smiled, genuinely, before increasing the speed of his thrusts, capturing your swollen and plump lips with his own, as if pouring his heart out with it.

Atsumu groaned as he felt his orgasm hit him like a rock, his cum spurting out of his hands in an intense manner onto his disgraceful seat in the audience. Your final moan being loud enough that Tobio had to muffle it with his mouth on yours. The wet clashing sounds that came from your swollen lips and tongues wanting to be closer than ever. His arms sneaking around your back, pulling you closer as you both road out your amazing high; hands blazing a fiery trail across your waist and up to your back. He kissed you with much force that Atsumu was unsure if you had to pull away to breathe and compose yourselves.

But to his surprise, you pulled away and pressed a soft kiss against Tobio’s cheek— falling tiredly into his chest. He didn’t even pull out— he let you sit still on his softened cock— feeling the occasional thumping of your painted walls that are clamped around him. Tobio held you in comforting silence, feathering sweet kisses to your pretty little head.

Atsumu groaned the moment he heard Tobio mutter an ‘I love you’ into your ear, you murmuring one just as soft and sincere. He fought the urge to gag at the sincerity and realness in your confessions to one another. In the next practice match— even an official— he would make sure to target him a lot more rough than usual. What was this supposed to be? It was way too real to be a joke. It pissed him off.

His legs began to give out and shake from his crouching position, Atsumu lightly gasped as he lost balance in his knees, causing the bush in his hiding position to ruffle from his shifting movements. His eyes widened as he saw Tobio twitch his head in his direction.

Fuck— he needed to get out of here. Atsumu clasped his cum-stained hand to his mouth and nose, covering any slight movement or noise of his breathing being held in. He was not going to get caught.

“What’s wrong?” You mumble into his chest, from feeling him shift suddenly. Tobio turned back to look at you in his arms, softly carding his fingers through your hair.

“Did you hear that?” Tobio muttered as he held you close to his body, hearing you mumble a no against his chest, nuzzling against his warmth. “Thought I heard somethin’.”

“Probably the wind,” You suggested, looking up at him, your lips moving from his chest up to his exposed neck, and placing a trail of soft kisses up his Adam's apple, causing your lips to vibrate from his throaty chuckle. You gasped as Tobio lightly yet roughly tugged your head back slightly with your hair, forcing you to face him up, you tightening around his length as he looked into your eyes, smirking darkly.

“Probably,” He whispered, pecking your lips. “Or probably not. Either way, you’d like it if some fucking creep watched me fuck your brains out though, huh? Or if they heard your moans, wouldn’t you be ashamed, love?”

“I w-would!” You let out a whimper at the sharp thrust that came from Tobio, Atsumu’s mouth agape at Tobio’s words.

“Tch. Lies,” Tobio muttered, as he dipped his mouth to bite lightly at your neck, thrusting up once more aggressively. “My soon-to-be wife and also my pretty little whore. Mine. No one will ever get to fuck you dumb like this— all mine.”

“Only y-yours,” You moaned at Tobio’s rough touch, causing him to groan against your skin.

“And you will be— from now on until forever, you understand that?” Tobio looked at you with lust and love all at once— intensifying the way his thrusts felt as you felt another orgasm approach your sensitive cunt that was cockwarming him not too long ago.

“Mhm—! Forever, Tobio,” You purred as he sped up his thrusts, causing your legs to shake as you couldn’t help the way you immediately gushed around him hard, therefore fulfilling Tobio’s promise— one that caused the car to lightly shake as well.

Holy fuck.

Atsumu practically came untouched for the third time— his legs definitely gave out as his orgasm ripples through his body, he felt himself fall on his ass, quietly— but he couldn’t leave yet. That was unbelievably the most real shit he's ever seen. Not just because he wanted to see if this would go even further or if you would go for round four, but because if he gets up he’ll immediately be seen.

Tobio pressed a softer kiss against your forehead and a longing one against your lips before gently lifting you off his cock, and helping you fix your messy dress, lowering it down your legs, and pulling your creamed panties up your filled pussy. You shivered at the wet sticky-ness before letting Tobio carry you back into the front seat, helping you with the seatbelt before going up to the driver's seat.

Tobio didn’t even waste time— he was more than likely to continue the real thing at home. To give you his all tonight and expect you to take it without question. Atsumu envied that, he envied that deeply. He's never gotten to experience fucking that came with sincere emotions that intensified the orgasms pulled from both sides. And to an extent, it stung that he had to wait for you to drive away with the man before he stood up from his hiding spot— sighing at the feeling of blood rushing down his legs due to the fact he was crouched for a long while. He shook off the dirt from his knees before he walked to his own apartment.

And that was what made Atsumu’s smile widen horrifically as he watched you approach the team the following week; and hand out the tickets for today’s practice match trip. Atsumu is always the most excited when it comes to field trips. He gets to spend more time with you! Well, as much as you’d let him, of course. Baby steps. He’ll have to take his time before trying again— he wouldn’t want what happened last week to occur again. He’ll give it time.

You’ll come around, of course. He’s sure of it.

And approximately a few feet (yet what felt like miles away) his own teammate stood with just as much darkness and lust in his eyes. The darkness that presents the goal of having you in every filthy way imaginable; darkness in his pretty curls.

Darkness that's quite similar to Atsumu's. All while, of course, is perfectly concealed by the fabric over his mouth— that masked his own expressions about you.

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Ahhh I am such a sucker for hurt + comfort hcs, your sleeping on the couch one gave me CRAZY butterflies 🥰 could I request a hurt/comfort hc of arguing with the character and you unexpectedly start crying/sounding like you just want to give up arguing with Kyotani, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Tsukki, and Atsumu?

CRYING DURING AN ARGUMENT [HURT + COMFORT]

Kyotani, Ushijima, Tsukishima

a/n: hurt/comfort always gives me butterflies too aksjsjsks. I'm sorry only do three characters per headcanon :( but I'll keep your other characters in mind if I do a part 2! Hope you enjoy love!

(italicized is boys speaking)

warnings: arguing, crying, set in time skip (no spoilers)

Kyotani

You and Kyotani hardly ever fought, mostly because he babies you, but he’d never admit that. That being said, wow was he good at it. He just gets very defensive, which ends up spiraling into an unnecessary argument.

It was just past 1 A.M. and your boyfriend’s yelling was starting to fade into gibberish as other thoughts occupied your mind. You knew that Kyotani could be aggressive, but he was usually so sweet to you, it only made the insults and yelling hurt more. You could only take so much before your emotions overwhelmed you and tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“You’re so mean sometimes tarō,” you whispered trying your best to wipe away the tears that couldn’t seem to stop falling.

Kyotani fell silent as realization washed over his face while he watched you leave the living room and head towards your bedroom, the only sound left in the apartment was your quiet sniffles.

He didn’t mean to take the fight that far, let alone hurt your feelings. He only said those things out of frustration, but he was hoping you knew he didn’t mean them. No one had ever loved him the way you did, and the last thing he wanted was to lose you.

He gave you a couple of minutes before walking into the bedroom to see you laying on the far side of the bed, back facing him. He slotted himself under the blanket without a word and pulled you into his chest.

“I‘m so sorry,” he whispered as he pulled you in tighter. You didn’t give him any reaction, simply staring at the wall in front of you.

“I didn’t mean any of it, baby I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, please don’t leave me” his voice cracking as he tries to get the words out. He finally takes a sigh of relief when you relax into his arms.

“I love you.”

“Love you too tarō,” you mumbled back sleepily. You knew you’d talk it out in the morning, but for now, this was perfect.

Ushijima

Fights with Ushijima were more frustrating than anything else because he always had trouble grasping how much certain things actually affected you. This usually led to him dismissing you, not on purpose but it hurt nonetheless.

It’s been 40 minutes of arguing and you’ve reached your breaking point. He continued to speak as you finally let the hot tears spill down your face. You maintained your eye contact with the ground as your crying intensified, finally catching his attention.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore,” you mumbled as coherently as you could while your crying started to intensify. You didn’t know if you were crying out of frustration or hurt, probably both, but the tears were there nonetheless.

He rushed to you immediately with panic filling his eyes, pulling you into his chest and holding you tightly. You didn’t fight him, but you don’t hug him back either.

He didn’t realize how insensitive he was being by insisting that there was nothing wrong. The only reason he felt that way was because you were always so perfect for him, how could he have relationship problems with someone as perfect as you?

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t realize,” he said softly as he leaned down to leave a kiss on the top of your head.

You continued crying into his chest as he ran his large hand up and down your back comfortingly, whispering apologies into your hair every few minutes.

“I think we should get some rest and talk about this tomorrow, I know I haven’t been the best lately but I’ll try harder.”

You nodded softly as you wiped away the remaining tears before finally hugging him back.

“Are we okay?”

“Yeah Toshi, we’re okay,” you responded nuzzling your face further into his chest.

Tsukishima

Arguing with Tsukki was the worst because he never realizes the weight of his words until after they’ve come out of his mouth. He often forgets that most people are a bit more sensitive than him, you included.

You could only listen to so much before your tears got the best of you, betraying the cold facade you put up.

“God, I’m so sick of this Tsukki, I’m going for a drive you can finish criticizing everything I do when I get back,” Bitterness was laced in your tone as you grabbed your car keys and wiped your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

Before he could respond you left the apartment and headed towards your car. Your drive was far longer than you anticipated but strangely it helped a great deal. Your crying subsided a few minutes into the drive and soon after you got a text from your boyfriend that read,

I’m sorry. Please drive safe, I love you.

You knew he didn’t intend for his words to be so harsh, you just weren’t used to that behavior from him considering how little you two fought. You took the time to relax and start forgiving him.

You made it back to the apartment 40 minutes later and walked into a worried-looking Tsukki rushing to the door.

“I know I upset you but you could’ve at least texted back, I was worried,” his rambling fading off as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his body.

“I’m sorry for being mean, I have no idea why I said all that. I never want to make you cry,” he uttered the last part shamefully.

“I know.” He felt you nod as you hugged him back for a few minutes before he pulled away.

“I have something for you,” he muttered as his cheeks began to flush. He led you into the living room to find a pile of pillows and blankets on the couch and your favorite fast food on the coffee table.

“I really am sorry.”

You giggled thinking about how frustrated he must have been setting it all up.

“Thank you Kei, I’m sorry too I know I said things I shouldn’t have,” you told him sincerely as you leaned up to peck his lips.

“I love you, brat.”

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Matsukawa Issei x f!reader (ft. Makki)

summary: ( post time skip ) He loved to tease you. Didn’t matter when, where or why. He just wanted to. He loved you of course but he also loved how needy you become after pushing your buttons which was so easy since you were such a crybaby. But he loved that too. It was supposed to be another normal night out with friends but for some reason, he felt particularly meaner tonight.

warnings : pwp, mean dom!Mattsun , mean dom!Makki, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, slight degradation, cuckholding, breeding kink, fingering, public setting, car sex, spanking , overstimulation, blowjob, kinda mind break? kind of birthday sex cause it’s like before his bday

words: 5.5k

a/n: so yeah, this came about because it was Mattsun day, so I just had to write it. Supposed to be a Mattsun centric fic where he’s just being a mean dom, but I just had to add Makki to the fray cause idk they’re like a packaged deal asdfghjkl anyways! enjoy lovely people!!! this just proves that my recent obsession are these two 

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Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader (ft. Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Oikawa)

summary : cockwarming Makki during an online gaming session with his best friends, who were very clueless to what your boyfriend was up to. But one little mishap caused by forgetfulness, reveals it all

words: 3.5 k

warnings : smut , nsfw , voyeurism, unprotected sex, cockwarming, masturbation, webcam sex i guess, slight degradation

a/n:  was supposed to post this Makki’s birthday but had to re-edit parts. anyways, can you tell I’m obsessed with the Seijoh third year line up. Their just so gosh darn fine. Plys, this idea totally did not come up during a lecture that was boring me to death. Anyways, enjoy and give Makki some lovin.

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⤷ iwaizumi, oikawa, kyotani, kenma, atsumu ; [gn!reader]

WARNINGS/GENRE: fluff, mild swearing, food mention (iwa)

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━━ iwaizumi;

he doesn’t realize he’s falling in love until someone points it out to him — which surprisingly doesn’t take long. iwaizumi, who generally didn’t take time to learn random facts about people, knowing every little detail about you? strange.

“do you think y/n would appreciate it if I got these?” iwaizumi asked, squatting down to pick up a bag of your favorite candies. “they usually like these, but not really this brand.”

oikawa raised an eyebrow at his friend. he knew the two of you were dating, but he hadn’t realized iwaizumi had noted something like that. a smile worked at the corner of oikawa’s lips.

at the lack of his friend’s answer, iwaizumi turned to look at him. “why are you smiling? if you’d like me to buy you somethin’ too, go pick somethin’ out, damn.”

“hey, iwaizumi,” oikawa smiled again. “what is y/n’s favorite flower?”

“well, I got them- wait, why do you care?”

“you love them, don’t you?”

“n- uhm,” iwaizumi cleared his throat, setting the candies next to the register. “just let me buy my damn candy in peace.”

━━ oikawa;

oikawa thinks he’s been in love before. and he has, sure, but it’s never been like this. it’s almost painful; he just wants to tell you all the time, to climb to the highest point and yell it to every person in the world.

he was staring. he knew that, but he didn’t really care.

feeling eyes on you, you turned and flashed him a smile, asking him what was wrong. but he shook his head and smiled back. and he really was fine for the most part. just a little distracted.

“really?” you pressed. “something is on your mind, just tell me.”

oikawa shook his head once more. “can’t tell you yet. it’s top secret, shh.”

you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, but turned back around in your seat at the order of your teacher. his eyes never really left you though. it wasn’t in a creepy way — at least he hoped it wasn’t. he just likes to admire you.

he liked to imprint you into his mind, keeping you there long enough that he could imagine how you’d react when he finally felt bold enough to tell you the truth.

because he does love you, but he doesn’t know how to tell you that.

━━ kyotani;

he knows that he loves you when he starts to value your opinion. he wouldn’t give anyone else the time of day, so why does he always find himself thinking that your every word is like gospel?

“you love them.” oikawa stated simply, staring at him from across the table.

normally kyotani wouldn’t participate in the team’s adventures to restaurants after games, but you had plans, and he had nothing better to do.

“no, I don’t.” kyotani stated, glaring at oikawa.

oikawa’s lips curled up into a smile. he knew that he was right, that kyotani was wrong. but he also knew that he would never be able to talk sense into the other guy. not alone, anyway.

“really?” hanamaki asked, quirking a brow. “so you didn’t light up whenever you saw y/n at the game today? and you definitely didn’t start blushing when they complimented you after?”

kyotani blinked a few times, staring at the other people at the table. then he rolled his eyes, looking down at his plate, though he was just pushing his food around the plate.

“...shut up.” was all that he responded with, but he was starting to consider what they’d said.

━━ kenma;

the idea that he loves you starts small. and then the spark turns into a flame, though kenma still refuses to believe there’s a fire at all until it’s burning him.

kenma knew that this was in no way normal... but he couldn’t help it. he didn’t have a full-blown love for you, but he couldn’t help but think about you so often.

what started off a simple adoration had somehow turned into him thinking about you every second of every day. as if that wasn’t enough, everything reminded him of you.

video games had once been his escape from the rest of the world; a nice way to block out all of his problems. of course, he could never see you as a problem, but he hated this feeling. he wishes he could put a name on it.

however, that was short lived. even games that required his full focus and attention, there were things that reminded him of you.

it was frustrating, to say the least.

“kenma,” kuroo said, smiling at his friend. “I know you don’t wanna think about it, and you won’t admit it to yourself, but you love them. it’s kinda obvious.”

oh.

━━ atsumu;

he likes to think he can deny his feelings until the day that he’s six feet under, but he can’t. eventually he finds himself unable to shake the thought of you, and he thinks that is what is slowly going to kill him

the red lights of his alarm clock seemed to be mocking him. he knew that it was almost one in the morning, but it’s not like he could help it.

thoughts of you had been running rampant in his head all day. it was making him sick, he’s sure of it.

rather, the fact that he could never get sick of you is making him sick. and he hates that — because of all the people in the world, he was stuck on you, the person he didn’t know how to tell.

it was close to three in the morning whenever he finally decided enough was enough. he hoped you were asleep by now and that he could play this off in the morning whenever he was thinking more rationally.

after reaching for his phone, he took a deep breath, and opened his messages.

“hey do you think i can ask you smth? unless ur asleep i mean”

“no i’m still up !! what did u wanna ask?”

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Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x reader

Notes: I haven’t been posting much, so here’s yet ANOTHER one-shot from my Quotev/Wattpad while you all wait for me.

Tsukishima is my favorite Haikyuu boi and I adore the salty dinosaur! I usually see him portrayed as sadistic but I always pictured him having a sweet spot for his darling.

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing

OTHER NOTES: (Y/n) is relatively short in this story so, if you're tall, I apologize.

Tsukishima Kei was pretty sure he didn't feel things the way others did.

Other people were so expressive: Hinata always grinned ear to ear when happy, Kageyama face screwed up in pure malice when angry, Tanaka dramatically cried when sad, and even the calmest of his teammates portrayed so many vivid emotions on their faces. Ones that Tsukishima didn't really experience.

Sure, he got angry- but it was more of an annoyed or peeved feeling, noticeable by just a deeper scowl than usual. He wouldn't yell himself hoarse, throw punches, or really go too far to express his anger. Why? Because it wasn't strong enough to invoke that kind of reaction. Tsukishima's sadness showed in slight frowns.

Happiness was, perhaps, the least common emotion for the blond middle blocker. He had rarely felt true, unhindered joy... Amusement? Check. The volleyball team was full of idiots. Pride? Check. He was fully aware of the smug smiles and smirks that pulled on his lips when he was able to show off or prove himself better than others.

But there was one type of emotion Tsukishima had never experienced even in the slightest. Romance. He'd never had a crush or found himself attracted to anyone and he thought it was stupid to try to find "love" if it wasn't there for him. Tanaka and Nishinoya made bigger fools of themselves than normal over Kiyoko's mere presence- it absolutely disgusted Tsukishima.

If that's what romantic attraction made people act like, he wanted nothing to do with it.

His mom said love would find him when he least expected it.

His dad said people do crazy things for love.

At the time, the stoic blond just scoffed and did his best to end the conversation as quickly as possible. He knew that would never happen to him and he didn't really care.

Both of Tsukishima's parents were right.

More than either could have ever known.

Tsukishima's calm walk down the hallway came to an abrupt end when he was side-checked by a couple of boys racing each other. Normally, they would have earned a simple tch and over-the-shoulder glare but it was hard to do that when his glasses were knocked off. He had heard it slide away and was reduced to bending low and blindly grasping with his hands.

It would have been easier if the floors weren't so littered. Tsukishima was sure he'd grabbed his glasses, only to come up with a candy wrapped in his fingers. It must have skidded away...

Normally, he was impartial to Yamaguchi being at his side but he realized it would have been helpful to have his only friend nearby in this instance. The sound of muffled snickering reached his ears and his jaw clenched in response. The students that chose to mock him instead of helping him only added to his rising irritation. He was seriously beginning to wonder what he would do. He only had so much time between classes-

"Hold still for a sec."

A girl's soothing voice interrupted his thoughts, prompting him to notice a vaguely, through his blurry vision, person-shaped figure approaching him. The person was getting a little too close for Tsukishima's comfort and he jerked his head back at the sudden sensation of smooth plastic pressing against his skin.

"Hold still!"

He obeyed the insistent voice and tried to ignore the plastic sliding against his skin, thoroughly confused. Before he knew it, his glasses were on his face once more and a short (h/c)-haired girl was removing her hands from the sides of his glasses' frame.

She was putting my glasses on me?

Tsukishima's mind was brought back to clarity well after his vision was. He cleared his throat and got to his feet, looking down at his rescuer. Damn, I think she's shorter than Nishinoya-

Now that Tsukishima was seeing the girl with fully-functional sight he couldn't help but take in the angel he'd been graced with. (H/l) (h/c} hair that he'd love to stroke, (e/c) eyes that shined up at him, beautiful (s/c) skin...

The tall blond swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, desperately wracking his brain for something to say. Thank her. I should thank her. But when he parted his lips, his mouth dried and the words died on his tongue. He couldn't even imagine how stupid he must look to her...

"I hope I didn't smudge the glass or anything." Those shining (e/c) eyes dulled and turned to gaze down at her sneakers. "I did my best to hold only the frame so I'm really sorry if my fingerprints got on the glass or something."

Tsukishima's brain was spitting out thoughts faster than he could process them and yet he was still frozen in place. Say something- Say literally anything- Thank her- Do something- STOP STANDING THERE GAPING LIKE A MORON-

"No!" Tsukishima's mouth managed to blurt out the word at the cost of it coming out more panicked than he intended. "I mean, no, you didn't get any fingerprints on it." He cleared his throat and adjusted himself. His still-racing mind had at least connected to his voice and he was going to use it while he could. "Thank you for helping me. It was very kind of you."

The girl's eyes snapped back up to meet his golden ones and a sweet smile spread across her face. "It was no problem! I'm just glad to help!" Her unwavering attention was sending Tsukishima's systems into overdrive.

What the hell is happening to me?

His heart was pounding in his ears and hammering against his ribcage at the same time and he'd never felt it beating this fast, even after the most intense matches he's played. His long legs were struggling to keep him upright and his hands were trembling uncontrollably. He simultaneously felt sick to his stomach and unbelievably happy. He could feel sweat materializing on his forehead.

Part of him wanted to attribute these sensations to some sort of illness but it had come on too sudden. And it was obvious that the girl in front of him was the source of it. These "symptoms" were all things his parents, teammates, brother, and Yamaguchi had described for one thing- the thing Tsukishima knew he was now experiencing...

Tsukishima Kei was in love.

And he had absolutely no clue what to do about it.

"...and I thought it was really cool!" The girl finished her speech with another big smile that made Tsukishima's heart flutter in his chest. There was only one problem.

Shit, I wasn't listening.

Tsukishima's mouth parted as he helplessly gazed down at the (h/c)-haired girl, silently pleading for some sort of easy-way-out to come to him so that he wouldn't look even more like an idiot. Please don't think I'm stupid- I'm really not- I swear-

To his surprise, the girl simply laughed. Not a mocking laugh like he might have expected, but a bit of a knowing chuckle. "You weren't listening to a thing I said, were you?" She laughed again, the sound like a melody in his ears.

Sheepishly, he shook his head, trying to will away the flush he knew was rising on his heated cheeks. This isn't like me. I've never acted like this...

"I'm sorry, I just got lost in thought." Be the calm, cool, and collected Kei you normally are. "I don't think we've met. What's your name?" See? This isn't so bad. I've got this.

"Well, uh, actually we've been in the same class all year, this is just the first time we've really talked."

Tsukishima really wanted to die. He was the embodiment of mortification and he would have been perfectly happy if the world ended right after she finished her sentence. We're in the same class and I didn't even recognize her.

"It's alright!" The girl had raised a hand, almost as if to stop the wave of embarrassment Tsukishima was drowning in, and gave him yet another genuine smile, "You don't seem to talk to many people so I didn't expect you to remember me or anything! I'm (L/n) (Y/n) and it's great to finally talk to you, Tsukishima!"

The world was no longer allowed to end, Tsukishima wouldn't allow it. He felt like he was gently tossed into heaven itself. She doesn't think I'm an idiot AND she knows my name? She's happy to talk to me? Does she like me then?

His golden eyes scanned (Y/n) for signs that she may be experiencing the same symptoms that he was. She doesn't seem to be shaking or having any trouble speaking. But maybe she's better at hiding it? I mean, she's been noticing me for a while, so maybe she's hiding it.

(Y/n) tilted her head and her smile took on a hint of mischief, "I never got to tell you what I was saying earlier."

"O-oh?" Tsukishima internally cursed his past self for not paying attention earlier.

"I was saying that your presentation last week was really cool! You seemed to know your stuff and it was probably the only speech I actually learned a lot from."

Dinosaurs.

Last week's presentation was on Dinosaurs.

I fucking love her.

"That's how I fell in love with you, (Y/n)." Tsukishima said casually, cleaning his glasses with the hem of his shirt. "I didn't believe in love at first sight. I guess I didn't even believe in love at all but... ah... that changed. As you can see..."

The tall blond gestured almost condescendingly down to (Y/n) who glared up at him through puffy, tear-filled eyes. Each limb separately tied to a bedpost with a thick rope and mouth stuffed with a gag secured around the back of her head, the poor girl was completely immobilized.

Tsukishima slipped his glasses back on and gazed fondly at the girl he'd fallen in love with. "My father said people do crazy things when they're in love." A dark chuckle left his lips as he strode over to the bed (Y/n) lay helpless on. "I guess he's right."

He leaned over until his nose was brushing against (Y/n)'s, his golden eyes softening when they met (e/c) ones. "I really do love you (Y/n). I hope you see that. And I hope- no, I know- that you'll feel the same one day."

He angled his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her tear-streaked cheek and took a moment to appreciate the way she shivered under his warm breath as he exhaled against her neck. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he hummed in satisfaction.

Standing upright once more, the tall boy slipped his hands into his pants pockets and stared down at (Y/n), his gaze turning serious. "I experience emotions I never knew existed when I'm with you. I enjoy most of those emotions. There was one, however..." he tilted his head sharply, his eyes darkening and voice going cold, "that I did not enjoy in the slightest. Do you have any idea what that might be?"

He was glaring at (Y/n) now, the girl's body squirming in trepidation as she gazed back up at him with fearful eyes. She may not have been able to answer, but she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Rejection."

Tsukishima Kei was spitting the words of his speech out like they were trying to poison him, a bitterness lacing his cutting tone, "I worked so hard for so long to work up the courage to ask you to be mine. But you didn't wait for me. No, you picked the first guy to waltz in and ask you out."

He could see, out of the corner of his eye, (Y/n) desperately trying to talk through her gag. To deny his accusations. Even through his cold storm of anger, she still managed to send warmth to his heart.

"It's fine. I forgive you, (Y/n). I always will." Tsukishima sighed in defeat, "I just couldn't stand the idea of feeling that again. I know it's not right of me to go to extremes but... well..."

The boy tilted his head again, blond hair falling to the side as a mischievous grin spread across his face. His golden eyes snapped to meet (Y/n)'s once again flashing against the reflection of his glasses. The girl trapped on his bed shrank back into the mattress as much as her bindings would allow, tears flowing freely at Tsukishima's visage.

He was the one in control now. And he reveled in the power.

"I read up on Stockholm Syndrome." Tsukishima's voice was clearly teasing (Y/n), giving her a glimpse at a future she eventually wouldn't deny, no matter how much she insisted against it now, "Did you know that, in the situation Stockholm Syndrome got its name from, the hostages became afraid of the police and wanted to protect their captors instead of the other way around? And that was just after six days."

He couldn't hold back a derisive chuckle, looming over his own hostage with an expression of pure amusement. "I'm willing to wait more than six days if you need it, (Y/n)."

One of his hands cupped (Y/n)'s cheek and he used his thumb to gently wipe her tears away. "I'm going to take good care of you. I love you more than you could ever know. You make me feel things that I never thought I could. Things I never knew existed."

Tsukishima's teasing grin curled into a devious smirk, his eyes raking over her form ravenously. (Y/n) shivered from the intensity of his gaze.

"And right now, I'd like to feel even more."

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yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

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Summary: You are being forced out of your shell by your classmates, but now it seems more for their on benefit than that of your own.

Warning: anxiety, stalking

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Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Words : 4954

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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You had attempted to rush off to your room, but you hardly made it back into the house before your knees gave out. It wasn’t even because your legs were tired. If that were the case, you would have gladly crawled just to get away from him. No, you fell because your head was spinning.

You couldn’t seem to catch your breath as the world spun around you. You curled up on your side and let the tears silently stream down your cheeks. You didn’t know how to make it stop because you didn’t even know what was happening. Were you having another panic attack? Was it a side effect of drowning? Was this what it felt like to break Cogernot’s quirk?

Regardless you did as Dabi taught you. You closed your eyes, you took as deep of breaths as you could manage, and you counted.

You heard him step into the house and you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he sat next to you. He made no attempts to touch you or say anything. Which was probably for the best because you could feel yourself on the verge of a mental break.

This was going to be the thing that pushed you over the edge. The whole time you’ve been here you’ve kept your shit together. In all fairness it was mostly due to Dabi’s strict routine. He didn’t give you time to wallow of feel sorry for yourself. From day one he focused on your recovery. But it wasn’t until now that you realized you never talked to him about what happened to you. It was almost as if he thought if the two of you didn’t talk about it, you would just somehow magically forget it ever happened. You bottled it up and pushed it away, but it was still there. Threatening to explode all over the progress you had made. Today just might be the day.

“I know you want nothing to do with me right now… but –“

Your eyes shot open to see him reaching a hand out to you. You smacked it away. ~Don’t touch~

Dabi visibly flinched. Why had you just signed at him? Had he not just broken you free of that shitty quirk? Had he failed? Was this all for nothing? He almost started to panic himself but then he remembered you HAD spoken. Even if your words dripped with hatred and your eyes cut him to the bone. You spoke… out loud…

He desperately wanted to pull you into his lap. To calm you down. To praise you and comfort you. But he knows he can’t. He’s lost that privilege. You don’t even need him anymore. You’re starting to walk just fine on your own now. You don’t need him… and he was the one who helped you get there.

The thought upset him more than it should have. He didn’t even want you here to begin with. How had you managed to crawl under his skin so much? You had wormed your way into his life and now every thought was consumed by you. Taking care of you, feeding you, making you strong again.

You slowly stood up and gave him one last glare before storming off to your room. Well in your head you stormed off, but in reality, it was more like a drunken wobble. You were still soaked to the bone and you were starting to shiver. You had made a puddle on the kitchen floor where you had been lying, and because that was just the kind of day you were having you slipped right through it.

Dabi was on his feet and hovering behind you. His hand gripped your elbow to steady you. You activated your quirk and let him feel the rage bubbling inside you. You wanted him to know how angry you were, how hurt and betrayed you felt. At first he gripped you tighter, but eventually your emotions overwhelmed him and he had to let go, just so he didn’t have to feel them anymore.

You ripped your arm away the second he dropped it and continued towards your room. You threw the door open and slammed it behind you. You slumped to the floor and did something you had needed to do for weeks now. You screamed. You let all of it out. Your anger, your fear, your heartache. You screamed until your throat was raw and your head pounded.

When you were done you took a deep breath, picked your head up, and let the numb wash over you. You stripped out of your wet clothes and hoped into a warm shower. The whole time the only thought in your head was ‘Why?’

The next few hours passed in a blur. You managed to get out of the shower and get into bed, but you couldn’t sleep. Your adrenaline was pumping. You couldn’t convince your body you were safe enough to sleep. It remained in fight or flight. You sat there in silence hugging the pillow to your chest.

It was so quiet that the creek of the floorboards outside you room made you jump. “Y/n… I know you’re mad at me… but you still need to eat something.” You heard him shuffle around a bit. “I’ll just leave it out here by the door. I’ll be in my room….”

You didn’t move from your spot on the bed until you heard his door close across the hall. Part of you knew that you needed to eat. But a larger part of you just… couldn’t. You didn’t understand. The food was right there, you just needed to open the door. But for some reason you just couldn’t make yourself do it. So instead you rolled over and pulled out your journal.

There was something ironic about you didn’t really need it anymore, yet now was the time you were most desperate to write in it. So you did. You poured your thoughts out page after page. Everything you wanted to say to Dabi, everything you wanted to say to Katsuki, to Izuku, to Todoroki and Kirishima. You started writing down memories of what had happened to you, in as much gory detail as you could remember. You wrote and you wrote and hours passed as you hunched over your notebook just looking for the right words to take the pain away. What would it take? What did you need to do to make yourself feel better?

It wasn’t until there was a soft knock on the door that you realized how deep into it you were. “Y/n… Be mad at me all you want, but don’t take it out on yourself. You need to eat something. Please. I made lunch. I’ll leave it here.” You heard the scraping of a plate being put on the floor outside your room.

How was that man capable of being such a monster, and yet so soft? He literally tried to kill you and now here he is worrying over you because you’re not hungry? Funny how dying tends to fuck with a person’s appetite.

You began to really think about Dabi. His motivation in all of this, what did he gain from helping you? Was he just doing his little brother a favor? Sometimes he treated you like his bratty little sister, and then there were nights like last night… You felt your face heat at the memory of you riding his thigh. It had felt so right at the time, but now it makes your stomach twist.

“Y/N! Can you at least say something, so I know that you’re fucking alive?”

The audacity of this fucking man. He wants to make sure you’re alive… after he almost killed you….

You picked up a cup that had been sitting on your nightstand and threw it at the door. It shattered on impact and it had felt to fucking good. There, that should be enough confirmation for him.

“GOD DAMNIT! ENOUGH Y/N! I’ve let you have your pity party. I don’t care if you’re mad at me. I don’t care if you want to throw a fucking tantrum. But you WILL eat something. This is getting fucking ridiculous.”

You picked up the lamp and threw that next. It was sturdier than the cup had been, so it wasn’t as satisfying but it got your point across none the less.

“Y/n… open the door please. We can talk about this.”

He had to have known your door wasn’t locked. It was one of the laws. It was one of your laws. Yet he made no attempt to open it. He remained on the other side with your uneaten food.

“Well if that’s how you want to be then fine. I guess I’ll just have to sit here and talk to the door then.” You heard him slide down the door as he sat down, leaning against it. “I’m sorry. I fucked up. I need you to know that. I need you to know that I realize how fucked up what I did was. I don’t want to make excuses, but I do want to explain. And I want to do it when you can look me in the eye, so you know I’m not lying.”

Again, he was met with radio silence. He sat there for a long time. Finally, after what felt like hours he stood up, “I guess I’ll go start dinner then…”

You looked at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see how late it was. Usually around this time you’d be finishing up with the pool, you cringed. Yeah safe to safe you won’t be getting back in, probably ever.

Dabi forced himself to leave your door, carrying your second uneaten meal of the day with him. He woke up his laptop and started up the video for today’s lesson for sign language. He watched it as he cooked, but he didn’t absorb anything. He was too focused on trying to find a way to fix this.

His hands kept clenching and unclenching. He knew what he needed to do. But it was going to suck. If it would get you to eat though then he didn’t care.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew you wouldn’t die from not eating for a day. He was more worried about the psychological part of it. When he got out of the league, he had started messing around this hot shrink. She had a real savior complex, but the one thing she got right about him was his need for control. After being abused for so long he had to have control over every situation. Which sometimes when he really felt helpless included his eating habits. When everything else felt out of control, at least he could control that. At least he could decide when and if he ate. He was nervous you were pulling the same shit. He didn’t want to see you waste away because you were desperate for something you could control.

He’d swallow his pride. He’d do this for you.

A knock on the door had you groaning.

“Hey dork. It’s me. Dabi called and said you weren’t feeling well. I made some spicy ramen with pork… You gonna let me in before it gets cold?”

You jumped to your feet and ran to the door. You cracked it open at first to make sure it really was Katsuki and that he was alone.

He smirked at you through the small gap, “Don’t worry he’s not with me, now let me in before I kick the door down.”

He opened it enough for Katsuki to enter and then quickly shut it again. He waited and followed you over to you bed and took a seat at the foot of it. “So, Scarface was a little vague on the details, but he said you were mad at him and refusing to eat.” He placed the warm bowl of ramen into your hands, “Want to talk about it?”

Your stomach started to rumble at the familiar smell of Katsuki’s cooking. You couldn’t deny yourself any longer. You took a huge bite and almost moaned at how good it tasted. You quickly took a few more bites before wiping you mouth on your sleeve and sighing. You needed to talk about it, but was Katsuki really the best option for that? The chances of him blowing up the house was pretty high.

You reached a hand out and put in on top of his and released a calming feeling. “Uh oh…must be bad you’re already trying to calm me down.”

You gave him a halfhearted smile, “Uh… well…” The sound of your own voice made your skin crawl. It sounded wrong, even though you were pretty sure that’s how it always sounded. It made you pause for a moment to collect yourself.

In that brief pause Katauki’s eyes almost bugged out of his head, “Wait a fuckin minute! You’re talking again? Since when? Holy shit!” You could feel his excitement bubbling up along with pride and admiration. It was sweet, and it gave you the boost you needed to keep going.

You played with a strand of your hair, “Since…. Now…. I guess.” You averted your eyes embarrassed, “Or well… since I… well I kind of drowned… briefly.” You looked back up and saw fire behind Katsuki’s eyes and anger was coming off of him in waves.

“And where was Dabi when this happened?”

You knew you were practically signing Dabi’s death certificate but telling Katsuki this, but you weren’t going to cover for him either. “He was there….”

Katsuki’s fist clenched, “Don’t tell me the bastard watched you almost die and didn’t help you.” You bit your lip. “Y/n… what are you not telling me?”

You put both hands on him now desperately trying to overwhelm him with calm emotions. “He was the one who held me under…”

His hands tore away from yours as they crackled with a very real threat of explosions. He stood and stomped towards your door, not even bothering to ask you to elaborate. You knew you needed to stop him, there was no scenario where this ended well for anyone. “Katsuki stop.” He ignored you as he reached for the door. “Katsuki… please.”

He froze with his hand hovering over the doorknob. His voice was dark and oddly low,“Y/n… there is nothing you could possibly say to me right now that would change my mind about killing the mother fucker.”

You couldn’t believe you were actually about to defend Dabi, but it wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t at least tell Katsuki the whole story. “Even I told you he did so I could talk again?”

He turned to look at you and signed as he spoke, “I still don’t care! You were learning sign… you were communicating just fine.” He threw his hands up in exasperation, “Why was him drowning you even fucking necessary?”

Katsuki was starting to take that familiar condescending tone with you and you honestly were not in the mood for it. He had done this a million times growing up. He’d make up his mind about something and make you feel dumb until you agreed with him. “Look I’m not saying that what he did was right. I’m not saying I’m not furious with him. Me not speaking was because of some guys quirk.” You stood and made your way over to Katsuki and began pushing him away from the door. “Dabi knew the guy and said if my brain thought I was dying it would somehow reverse the quirks affects.”

He stopped walking and it was like pushing against a brick wall. “You could have fucking died y/n!”

“Do you think I DON’T KNOW THAT?” You pushed on him again, “Do you think I’ve just been sitting here all day twiddling my thumbs? Today has been fucking awful! I don’t need you to talk sense into me. I don’t need you to kick the shit out of Dabi. What I need if for you to just sit down with me, and just- just let me be. I don’t know!” You gave him one final hard shove which lead to him sitting back at the end of your bed.

His eyes were a mixture of sadness and hurt. “I’m not trying to make this harder on you, I promise. But he put your life at risk and that’s not just something I can just be okay with.” His hands reached up and cupped your cheeks and brushed away a tear you hadn’t even realized was there. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this yet, but I would kind of prefer you to stay alive… you aren’t allowed to die before me. Especially at the hands of some ugly sociopath.”

You leaned into his touch, “Please, for me. Just let it go for now. Let this be between me and Dabi. Be mad all you want, believe me I’m pissed, but you don’t need to get involved. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

He pulled you towards him and moved one hand to cradle the back of your head and pulled you into his arms. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Only because you said please. But I hope you know this means I’m coming to check on you more often now.” His fingers carded through your hair. “Actually… if you’re not comfortable here anymore… You could always come stay with me.”

“I thought that was too dangerous, what with heroes and villains alike apparently looking for me.”

He chuckled, “I’d love to see someone try. They’d have to go through me.”

“Yeah, but you can’t always be around… you have a job to do. An important one.”

He gave a sad sigh as his grip on you loosened enough for you to pull back and look at him, “Yeah… I do.” There were a few tense moments when your eyes connected, and you could see the way his eyes drifted to your lips as he licked his own. Ever so slightly he started leaning in closer to you.

Your breath hitched in your chest, as your brain went a mile a minute. Sure, you always had a feeling things might end up this way between you and Katsuki. There was a time when you went to bed every night fantasizing about the moment he would finally break down and admit he liked you. You had known him since you were children and there was always this feeling that if ever given the opportunity the two of you would end up together. But, for some reason it felt… off.

You leaned your forehead against his. “I don’t think right now is the best time for this.” You watched his eyes close as he tried to school his emotions. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because believe me I’ve thought about it. But right now, my life is in shambles. It’s not your job to fix me. That’s my job. And I need you to let me do it. Okay? I need you to let me do this on my own.”

He groaned but nodded as he pulled his head away from yours. “I don’t like it, but I get that I have to respect it.” His thumb rubbed soothing circles on your thigh. “I don’t want you to have to do this alone. I’ve always… Fuck.” His cheeks tinted the lightest shade of red. “I can’t stand to watch you struggle. It sucks knowing you’re out here stuck with him, dealing with so much shit that you should never have to deal with.” He hung his head low, “I just wish I could fight your demons for you. I wish I could lock you away and keep you safe from all the evil of this world.”

You pulled his chin up to make him look at you. “Katsuki you have always been there for me. There hasn’t been many problems in my life that I haven’t solved leaning on you for help.” You saw a glimmer of pride in his eyes. “But this isn’t something you can punch away. It isn’t something you can yell at until it stops hurting. I have to do this on my own.”

Tension was thick in the air. You knew there was so much he wanted to say. You could tell he was ready to fight you on this. But he surprised you by nodding and untangling himself from you. “I need to get going. I have a lot of work to do.” You could see the subtle sting of rejection in his eyes but he quickly covered it with his trademark smirk. “You say you don’t want my help but I’m going to anyway. I’ll help by locking up every single shithead that anything to do with your kidnapping.” He stood up and gave you one more, quick hug. “And that’s a fucking promise.”

You followed him as he left your room, intent on walking him to the door. You wanted to make sure he actually left instead of picking a fight with Dabi. But luck never had been on your side. You exited the main hallway and Dabi was sitting in his normal recliner. He looked up eyes cold as they landed on Katsuki, much softer when they found yours. You tried to give Katsuki a push in the direction of the door, but he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Oi! When I gave you the fucking list of things to do to help her with her period, I don’t remember drowning her being on it!”

Dabi’s eyes returned to Katsuki’s agitated one and for a while you thought he wasn’t going to answer. “Did you get her to eat something?”

“Don’t avoid the subject. You’re fucking lucky she begged me not to hurt you. Otherwise your ass would be dead.”

You something like surprise flash in Dabi’s expression. “Bold of you to assume that I am the lucky one here. It seems to me she was just trying to protect her little pet Pomeranian from getting hurt.” He grinned at the way Katsuki’s hands popped in anger. “But thank you for getting her to eat. She had me worried.”Bakugo lunged at him but you quickly stepped in the way and put a hand on his chest. You looked him in the eyes shaking your head and have him a shove towards the door.

Dabi could feel his stomach sink at the fact that the only words he had heard you say was “fuck you” He knew you had been in your room chatting away with man boobs and it stressed him out. Even now you refused to speak in his presence, and it killed him. He was the reason you could speak again and yet you refused to speak to him. That idiot Bakugo had nothing to do with it and yet gets to reap the benefit of Dabi’s sacrifice.

Dabi’s blood began to boil. He knew Bakugo would never in a hundred years have the balls to do what he did. He wouldn’t have the nerve to go through with it. Dabi did what he did for you, even if you refused to see it that way. Does he hate that he had to do it? Yes. Is he sorry, of course. But does he regret it… not really.

He watched as you pushed until Bakugo was successfully out of the house. As soon as the door was closed you turned and started to run back towards your room “OH NO YOU DON’T!”

He stood up and chased after you. “We are talking about this weather you want to or not. You can’t hide from me forever. You can’t mope around all day, not eating and expect me to just let that go. Law number seven we eat three full meals a day!” He got to your door just in time for you to slam it in his face. He had been so patient with you today. Not once had he forced himself into your room even the door was unlocked. He respected the fact you needed space. However, when he reached down and noticed that you had locked the door, he didn’t feel so bad about what he was about to do.

“Law number six! No locked doors!” His pressed his palm flat against the wooden door and burned straight through it. He burned a hole big enough for him to reach his hand through and unlock it from the inside.

He carefully avoided all of the broken glass on the ground from earlier. And stomped over to where you were trying to ignore him. You went through your dresser, picking out what you planned to wear to bed. You took a step towards the bathroom, but he stepped in your way.

“Y/n. Can we please talk about this?” You tried to step around him, but he just moved to block you again. “FINE! We don’t have to talk about it, but you will listen to what I have to say!”

You crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly and avoided making eye contact with him.

“I know what I did sucked. But I HAD to DO IT!” His voice was steadily getting louder. “You had to think you were dying. What did you want me to do? Hold your hand, tell you everything was going to be fine, and then pretend to drown you? It wouldn’t have worked!” He leaned over you and grabbed your chin forcing you took look at him. “I knew you’d be mad. I knew it might fuck up all the progress we’ve made. But I did it anyway! I did it for you!”

You slapped his hand away. “You DID IT FOR ME!? YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!”

There it was. Your voice. It hit him like a truck and it was enough to spur him on. “Yes for you! So you could talk again! So you could start to take back what those fuckers took from you! I decided you liking me wasn’t as important as you being able to talk again. Go ahead and hate me, but I need you to understand why I did it! What I was willing to sacrifice!”

Your eyes bore into his and it honestly almost sent shivers down his spine. “I understand just fine! You see me as this sad little broken girl. You thought I was so broken that you were willing to risk my life to fix me. Let that sink in Dabi… you gambled with MY life. What the hell were you sacrificing?”

“YOU!” His voice dripped with emotion. “I was sacrificing any chance I had with you so that one day I could watch you take back your life and get revenge on the people who hurt you.” He ran a hand through his white hair. “I would literally burn every single one of those monsters and piss on their ashes if I thought it’d help. But I know it wouldn’t! That’s a privilege that only belongs to you and I’d do anything to be able to watch you do it. Because I know you’re not broken! You’re a badass who doesn’t need anyone’s help. You are one strong bitch!”

There was pain in his eyes “I didn’t gamble with your life y/n, because I was so sure I wouldn’t let anything happen to you I was so sure nothing would go wrong.” He reached a hand out to touch your cheek, and surprisingly you let him. “Go ahead and activate your quirk. Feel what I feel. Feel what it was like to think I killed you. Feel what it was like to think that I am the monster everyone thinks I am…”

You activated your quirk and was hit so hard with anguish that you practically choked. He was grieving, even now, and somewhere buried under all his pain was something else entirely. But you weren’t ready to address that. “I hate what I did to you, but I don’t regret it, because it worked. It made you stronger. And in this fucked up world, only the strong make it out alive. So yes, Y/n… I did it for you.”

You felt you heart pounding in your chest. This was either the most fucked up or romantic thing you had ever heard, and you couldn’t figure out which one it was. Your hand came up to his that was still on your cheek. For a while you just stood there. Absorbing each other’s presence, then out of nowhere his lips cashed to yours.

Some animalistic instinct took over as you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. He leaned over cupping your ass in hands and picking you up until your legs wrapped around his waist.

His lips pulled away from yours to start kissing down your neck nipping at your ear before returning to your lips. You squealed when his hand lightly slapped at your ass.

He made his way to the bathroom and sat your ass on the counter, his hands sliding up your thighs as he pulled back to look at you. “Law number thirteen?”

Part of you wanted to say no. You were still furious with him, but all your brain could think about was the orgasm you had just from riding his thigh. Your body was aching to be touched and from the look he was giving you, he was aching to touch you.

You slid your hand under his shirt and so lightly he almost didn’t hear it you muttered, “please.”

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Speak Easy Part 5

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Words : 4804

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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It had been a few days since Bakugo had visited. Dabi was so torn between wanting to punish you for being a brat and praising you for finally walking. On one hand it was a law that you worked out every day. It was in writing and you had tried to tell him you weren’t going to do it.

Part of him knew he was only so worked up over it because it had happened in front of Bakugo. If it had happened any other day, he would have given you a quick spank and just thrown your ass in the pool anyways.

The look on your face had made it worth it though. To see that tenacious side of you, the one that looked like it was ready for a fight… Yeah, he could get used to seeing that look.

Then there was the aftercare of your little outburst. You had let him hold you all night. He didn’t know if that was intentional or if you had only reached for him in sleep out of instinct. He remembered how you had reached for Bakugo and it gave him a headache. For now, he chose to not make a big deal about it.

It had been a long day and you were ready to pass out. Dabi had taken the training wheels off and was starting to make you walk more and more on your own without his help. He was always quick to laugh when you fell on your ass with a taunt of, “You look like Shoto when he was a toddler. Don’t worry I didn’t help him either.” The only time he did help you, was to help you into the high barstool at the kitchen island. Making more jokes about you needing help getting into your highchair and asking if you needed him to feed you too.

You didn’t know if it was the fatigue or the teasing, but something had you in a foul mood. You flipped him off, ~I hate you~.

Dabi’s eyes softened in an almost annoyingly affectionate way, “No you don’t.” He handed you the bowl of ice cream you had begged for. “Good work today. I gave you an extra scoop.” He winked, took out his own spoon, and quickly stole a bite.

Your mouth hung open at his audacity. ~No! Wrong! Hate!~

He laughed loudly, “I said I gave you an extra scoop! You’re not gonna miss one bite!” He reached his spoon back out, “Just for that I’m gonna take another.”

You smacked his hand away and furrowed your eyebrows at him, ~Mine.~

He feigned shock, “I’m sorry… did you just… hit me?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and shoveled a huge bite of ice cream into your mouth. It was way too much and if you weren’t so intent on being a brat you would have laughed. Dabi however was in no laughing mood as he saw the melted ice cream dripping down your chin.

He reached out squished your cheeks together with one hand. He hovered over you, enjoying the height difference and absolutely losing it over the look of pure innocence in your eyes as the ice cream continued to slip past your lips. He leaned closer to you and whispered in a husky voice, “You’re making a mess… Now. Swallow.”

Your eyes connected with his and you obediently swallowed what was left of the ice cream. He swiped a thumb across your bottom lip to collect what was left before sucking into his mouth all the while keeping his eyes focused on yours.

You swear he was leaning in even closer when the loud clanging of your spoon hitting the table broke you apart.

He cleared his throat and pushed himself away from you. You had to focus really hard on not pouting. Why were you disappointed? Had you wanted him to kiss you? Or were you just horny again? This was a question you had been faced with a lot in your adult life, because as much as you hate to admit it… your quirk does make you a total horn dog. It’s been what? YEARS since you had good and proper sex.

You shuddered as you remembered back to the lab. You had sex there a few times… but… you couldn’t really say if it was any good on the account that you don’t remember most of it. What you did remember, you wish you didn’t. They hadn’t called it sex… they called it ‘research’, and boy where they a fan of their research.

Dabi lifted your chin to force you to look at him, “Hey where did you go just now?” He saw the tears pooling in your eyes and he felt a spike of panic at the thought the he was the cause of them. “Hey… hey I’m sorry. I take things too far sometimes.” He went to lower his hand but your gripped it and brought it back to your face. Needing his presence to anchor you to the present before you spiraled into memories of the past.

“Take a deep breath for me, okay. I need you to take a deep breath then I need you to hold it until I say so. Can you do that?” You hadn’t even realized your breathing had started to tighten until he said something. You nodded slowly as you tried to remember back to your hero training. You took a deep breath in through your nose. “Good girl. Now hold it and count to ten.” You did as he said before letting a shaky breath out of your mouth. “You’re doing great, just keep doing that. Is it okay if I pick you up?”

Your eyes widened. Did you want to be held? Or did you want to lock yourself in your room. You didn’t even know. You didn’t know what you wanted right now, what you needed. Would you find comfort in his embrace, or would you feel confined? So, you just stared back at him and shrugged.

“Law number one. I need a yes or no. You can do that. I know you can.” You gulped and nodded your head. He picked you up, but instead of picking you up bridal style like he usually did, he picked you up like he would a child. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

He walked you back to your room abandoning the rest of the ice cream to melt on the counter. You buried you face into his neck and you felt his fingers comb through your hair. He sat down on the bed and pulled you close to him. “I’ve had my fair share of anxiety attacks. They suck… ass. I get that. The only thing you can do is breath and try and clear you mind.” He continued to run his fingers through your hair, and you could feel your heartbeat start to slow down to match his. “So, uh… I guess I’ll try to distract you. I could tell you a story about me. Would you like that?”

You could already feel yourself starting to calm down, but you didn’t want to pass up on an opportunity to learn more about him, so you simply nodded and burrowed further into him.

You could feel him shift uncomfortably underneath you. “When I first got away from my family. I was just a dumb kid. I was angry and hell bent on proving to anyone who even looked my way that I was strong. Once I was running an errand for the league at a local market and I saw Shoto. It was after his accident, but his hair was a dead giveaway. He was there with Fuyumi, I think she was just trying to keep him busy.”

He leaned back and pulled you with him making the two of you more comfortable. “I saw his scar and was so sure that our dad did it. I was ready to hunt him down and kick his ass.” He sighed before letting out a small chuckle, “But then the squirt did the weirdest thing. It was like he was drawn to me. I looked nothing like the brother he knew. Black hair, scars, and staples, But he broke free of Fuyumi and ran straight towards me. Out of instinct I leaned down to pick him up, but he stopped right as he got to me. He put a hand up to my face and then to his own scar. He looked me square in the eyes and said ‘Ouch’ and then just ran away.”

You smiled, that definitely sounded like Todoroki. The more you thought about it, there were definitely some small similarities between the two brothers. Not that you’d mention that to either of them.

Dabi continued to talk and tell you stories until you eventually drifted off into dreams of young Dabi and what he would have been like. Your mind conjured up images of him in a UA uniform. Him competing in a sports festival. Him in a library studying for exams.

Unfortunately, your dreams didn’t last long. You woke a few hours later with a stabbing pain in your abdomen. You whimpered as you tried to roll over in an attempt to find a position that would alleviate the pain. Instead you rolled straight into the lean body of Dabi. Oh no. Dabi. You needed to get cleaned up before he woke up.

You tried to roll away from him, but his arm snaked around you and pulled you closer, “Y/n? What’s wrong? Have a bad dream?” He remembered that he wasn’t going to get a verbal answer, so he opened his eyes to see you looking absolutely miserable. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

You nodded but then winced when a really bad cramp rocked through you. You had always had really painful periods, but you hadn’t had to feel it in it’s full affects in years.

“Bullshit, you don’t look okay. Are you sick?”

Not even bothering to answer, you pushed away from him and slowly made your way to the bathroom. He leaned over to turn the bedside lamp on and that’s when it clicked for him. “Holy shit! How are you even alive, that’s a fuck ton of blood. I’ve been stabbed before and I didn’t bleed that much.”

You knew he was just being dramatic, but it still made you cringe that he was witnessing this. You could hear him stripping the sheets as you turned the shower on. Now all your recent mood swings made sense. Just last night you had been pissed, horny, and crying all in the span of several minutes. Stupid hormones.

When you stepped out of the shower there was a box of tampons and a box of pads sitting on the counter next to the sink. Just seeing them made you pout. You fucking hated your period.

You stepped out once you were dressed and heard the buzz of the dryer. Surely there was no way Dabi had cleaned the sheet that fast. You walked out of the bedroom to see him rushing towards you with a massive blanket. He stopped when he saw you standing in the hallway. “Uh… okay. So, game plan. I warmed up a blanket. I have Fruits Basket queued up and chocolate chip pancakes are on stand bye.”

Your eyes widened ~How?~

“How what? How did I know?” You nodded and he you swear to god he blushed. “I uh… I may have texted my brother. Who texted Bakugo, who called me, and now here we are.”

That made more sense. Katsuki had always been the only one who could handle your mood swings when you were menstruating. Everyone else claimed you were too scary. When you were younger your quirk would become unpredictable and it would randomly activate at the most inconvenient times. Your quirk used to be heavily influenced by your emotions, and when your monthly cycle came around it was almost impossible to control your emotions.

It took him a few tries but eventually Katsuki got the routine down. Warm blanket, something sweet, and some sappy anime, which we’d never admit it, but he actually loved.

You accepted the blanket from him and hobbled towards the couch. You pulled your knees to your chest in an attempt to get comfortable. Dabi disappeared but quickly returned with the pancakes. “I’m an idiot for not thinking about this. It obviously was going to happen at some point. You’ve been here for about three weeks.”

~Thank you~ You took the pancakes from him and he gave you a weird look.

“Okay I’m not good at the whole taking care of others thing. So… do I leave you alone? Do you expect me to watch this shit with you?”

You glared at him as you ate your pancakes and because you were already in a bad mood… you shrugged. Did you do it on purpose to piss him off. Of course.

He growled before throwing himself down on the couch next to you. “You’re lucky you don’t feel good you fucking brat. I’m really trying to be nice.”

You ignored him and hit play. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you also couldn’t stop yourself. It was like you wanted his attention any way you could get it. You finished your pancakes and were about two episodes into the show, but your cramps hadn’t subsided. You whined as you hugged the blanket around you and started to toss around trying to find a position, any position that would help with your cramps.

You thought Dabi had fallen back asleep, so you were scared shitless when his arms wrapped around you and pulled you down onto his chest. He was laying on his back pinning your chest to his. You could barely see the blue of his eyes in the dark. He looked so tired though. “Just smack me if it’s too much… but do you trust me?”

You bit your lip but nodded anyways. You knew by now that Dabi would stop if you asked him to. So, while you were nervous about what he was going to do, you also trusted him to listen to you.

He reached his hands around and pushed his hands just past the waistband of your sleeping shorts. Your breath hitched but his hands stopped there. You wondered what he was doing, but then his hands started to heat up and oh shit did it feel good. It was like he was your own personal heating pad.

You hummed into his neck and shifted a little bit to sink further into him. You hiked one of your legs up and wiggled to push yourself into his hands more, chasing the warm comfort.

You stayed like that for a while. The tops of his fingers ghosting over the curve of your ass as his palms pressed into your lower back. It was honestly impressive how he his hands were just hot enough to feel good without burning you.

Dabi sucked in a breath, “You like that huh?” He pulled you closer to him. His hands started to knead into your lower back as he buried his nose into your hair. You let out a groan at how good it felt. Before you could stop yourself you grinded down on his thigh. “Oh, you really like it…” You could hear the playful note in his voice. “Like I said… stop me if it’s too much.”

You knew what direction this was heading, and you didn’t care because it felt so good. His hands slipped lower and grabbed your ass and started to massage your cheeks before pulling you down hard into his thigh. “I heard somewhere…” His mouth was at your ear now nipping at the shell of it. “That the best thing for period cramps…” He moved his thigh up to meet your center as his hands pulled you down and moved you back and forth. “Is an orgasm.” Your fingers found his shirt and gripped onto it while you started to ride his thigh. “I would be selfish not to help you out.” His lips found your neck and he pressed gentle featherlike kisses there, making you sigh. “Take what you need from me baby.”

He gave your ass a hard squeeze before giving it a slap. “Fuck, your ass is perfect.” He gripped your hair and pulled you back and his lips met yours and you moaned at how delicious it was. This. This is what you needed. You needed someone to make you forget. To make you feel like you weren’t some fragile and broken toy. He was letting you take the lead while he maintained all of the control.

Your hand reached up and cupped his cheek. Your quirk activated and in your touch you could feel his overwhelming desire. You could also feel hesitation. He must be worried about pushing you too far. You pushed your lust back at him through your touch to reassure him you were more than okay this. He growled and deepened your kiss before yanking himself away. “Fuck Y/n! I-I think you’re quirk triggered. You smell… god you smell so fucking good!”

You grit your teeth. You wanted to tell him sorry, but the words wouldn’t leave your lips. His hands came to your hips and pulled you, so you were now grinding on his already hard dick. Your hands stopped his as you shook your head no. Now you were worried you were the one taking advantage of him. You knew your smell could be overwhelming.

He panted as he bucked up, “No, please don’t stop on my account. It’s fucking hot. I promise you y/n… if you ever let me…” One of his hands found it’s way back to your ass while the other snaked into your shorts and started to rub your clit through your underwear. “I’ll show you what it feels like to be fucking worshiped.”

You felt your orgasm quickly building and Dabi could tell. He could see the way your chest heaved and he could feel the way you began to frantically snap your hips. He kissed up your neck while he picked up the speed on your clit. “You want to know why?” He bucked his hips hard up into yours. “Because you’re a good girl. You are MY good girl.”

That was all you needed. You shook and your thighs squeezed around him. He kept going to help you ride it out as long as possible. You felt all your tension bleed out. All of the stress of the past couple days, hell the past couple weeks, didn’t even matter anymore. And all you did was ride his thigh.

When you finally had enough you grabbed his hand and squeezed. Panting you nuzzled back up to him and his hands trailed up and down your spine. “That’s my girl. Good job.” He kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket back up over you. “Now let’s get some sleep.” We can skip the routine tomorrow. We can just do this instead. One day off won’t kill you.”

You hummed as you melted into him. Your eyes drooped closed and the last thing you remembered was Dabi grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg over his waist.

“The gag won’t be enough. We need to make sure she doesn’t even have the option of talking.” That voice sent chills down your spine. It belonged to the man you only knew as Dr. A3. They never used their names around you. Just an extra precaution in case you were to escape. Dr. A3 was the one who seemed to be in charge of all our your “experiments”. He was psychotic and you hate him with every cell in your body.

You were back on that table. You opened your eyes, but you couldn’t see anything but the blindfold.

“I can handle that, but my quirk will eventually ware off.” That was Cogernot. He was technically a villain who was being held in the same way you were. His quirk allowed him to manipulate with people’s cognition. He could turn off your senses, mess with your memories, and so much more. It was common that they grouped the two of you together in the lab.

“That’s fine how long do you think it’ll last?”

Cogernot sighed, “It’s different with every person but the more often I do it the longer it’ll last. But you have to be careful. If I mess with her too much it could become permanent.”

Dr. A3 laughed, “You say that as if it’s a bad thing. If that girl were able to talk, she could easily escape, or even worse she could make us all kill one another.” He ran a hand through your tangled hair and you winced in pain. “Besides girls like her are meant to be seen and not heard. We have another girl here who can walk through people’s dreams and convince them to do all kinds of stuff. We don’t need y/n’s honeyed words anymore. Do it.”

“If you say so… But don’t come crying to me when I accidentally break your favorite toy.”

You felt a hand press to your forehead, and you felt something snap.

Your eyes slowly opened, and you found that you were still laying on top of Dabi in his living room. You were able to keep your panic at bay by slowly breathing and counting in your head. You matched your breathing to Dabi’s, and you felt his arms tighten around you.

You looked at his sleeping face. He looked so different like this, when he wasn’t yelling at you or teasing you. A flush came over your cheeks when you remembered what happened earlier that morning. You traced your finger over the staples under his eyes.

His hand flew up and grabbed your wrist. “Can I help you?” He didn’t even bother to open his eyes, so you shoved on his shoulder to make him look at you. “I literally just woke up and you’re already begging for attention.” It drove you crazy that he wouldn’t open his eyes to look at you. The asshole knew you couldn’t talk…. Couldn’t talk.

The dream came crashing back to you. You pushed yourself off of him and went in search for your journal.

“Wait y/n… come on. Come back. I’ll open my eyes. Don’t throw a fucking temper tantrum over it Jesus.”

You came back with your journal and sat down on the table that was across from the couch and started to write everything you could remember about your dream. Dabi sat up and tried to smooth his hand up your thigh but you paused your writing long enough to slap it away. ~Not now~

“There’s no way you’re that mad. Come on what are you writing. Is this our first fight? Are fighting right now? That’s cute.”

You scowled as you shoved your journal in his face. The look on his face went from amused to concerned as he started reading.

“Wait that’s where Cogernot has fucking been this whole time? We thought he died.” He looked at you “How many times did he use his quirk on you?”

You shrugged and for once he didn’t yell at you for it.

He ran a hand through his white hair. “So, if this is really just his quirk and not some kind of trauma then it should ware off soon. That idiots quirk usually only lasts for a couple of hours though, sometimes a few days. I’ve never seen it last this long.” He stood up and started to pace. You watched him go back and forth a few times before he threw his hands in the air, “Shit!” He picked up a pillow and it immediately turned to ash.

He looked back to you and saw the alarm in your eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m overreacting. It’s just – That fucking idiot may have permanently fucked you up.” You cringed at his words. Was that how he saw you? Fucked up?

He started pacing again, “He told me once there was a way to override his quirk though. You just have to convince your brain that it’s dying. Something about that kicks it into gear and nullifies his quirk.” He looked to the pool and then to you. “We could drown you! I know CPR, it’ll be fine.”

~NO NO NO~ The look in Dabi’s eyes was starting to scare you. He looked like he was ready to do it no matter what you said. As much as you wanted to talk again, you didn’t think it was worth risking your life over. But apparently, he did. Apparently learning sign, and reading your journal was just too much work for him. If he was this desperate to fix it… if he was willing to drown you just so you could talk….

You were ripped from your thoughts when he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. You kicked and hit him while tears streamed down your cheeks. There was no way he would go through with this… right?

You heard the sliding glass door open and all the sudden you were only steps away from the pool. You couldn’t see into his eyes, you couldn’t see what was going on in that fucked up head of his. You slid a hand under his shirt right before he got to the pool and did the only thing you could think of. You showed him how scared you were. You made him feel that terror. He paused only for a moment before jumping in the pool.

He let go only for a few seconds just so he could pull your back to his chest and whisper into your hair. “I know you’re going to hate me, but eventually you will think me for this.”

And then he was shoving you under. You clawed at his arms, ripping several of his staples out. You poured all of your terror and your pain into your touch and grabbed his wrists that were holding you under.

This was fucked up, this was so fucked up. You didn’t want to die. Why was he doing this? He didn’t even know if it would work! Your panic wasn’t making it any easier. You were losing oxygen fast and before you knew it you were starting to black out. You were going to die… You were going to drown in the same pool he had held you in so sweetly and helped you rehabilitate in. Your fingers ceased their scratching and your arms fell limp.

He didn’t bring you back up until you had stopped moving completely. He pulled you back up to the surface and immediately laid you down on the hard-concrete outside of the pool. In seconds he was on you preforming CPR. “Come on… You’re strong. You can take a little drowning. Hell, I’ve drowned a few times. Well I’ve been waterboarded… I don’t know if that exactly the same thing.” He nervously babbled to your unconscious body as he continued his chest compressions. “Come on y/n! Fuck!” He pinched your nose and breathed into you. Just a few hours ago his lips had been on yours for an entirely different reason and he desperately wished he could go back to that moment now.

He continued his chest compressions tears pooling in his eyes. “COME ON Y/N!” He did this. This was his fault. His father was right about him. The world was right about him. He’s a monster. He was supposed to be protecting you. You trusted him and he did this to you. He had felt your fear, your pain, and he did it anyway.

The thought of you never getting to talk again had thrown him into a panic. The thought of those fuckers taking apart of who you were away from you made him see red. He acted impulsively and now he’s paying the price.

“WAKE UP! PLEASE!”

You coughed and water came flooding out of your mouth. He cried out in relief and rolled you onto your side and patted your back to help you expel the water from your lungs.

It fucking burned. Your throat was raw from the chlorine and your brain was foggy from the lack of oxygen.

“Y/n… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I-I don’t even know what to say.”

He reached his hand out to touch your face but you caught it. You stared into his eyes with as much hate as a person could have and gripped his hand so hard you could feel your nails cutting into his skin, “Fuck… You…”

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Speak Easy Part 4

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Words : 5206

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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Dabi’s frustration only grew when he saw your excited expression. All the sudden all he could think of was the was the way that Bakubrat had kissed the top of your head the last time he had seen you.

Dabi readjusted you so you were on his back and put his hands firmly on your thighs. He’ll admit he’s being ridiculous, but he wanted to keep you out of reach from the explosive idiot.

You were practically buzzing with excitement. You had missed your friends. Even though you had seen them a few weeks ago, it wasn’t nearly good enough, you felt like you didn’t have enough time to actually thank them for saving you. You had known all of them from high school except you had known Katsuki and Izuku much longer. You all had known each other since you were kids. Katsuki was always the one pulling your pigtails while Izuku was always the one to let you paint his fingernails.

That mentality pretty much stayed the same as you all got older. Katsuki would still relentlessly tease you but he was always much meaner to any of the guys who hit on you. There was a rumor that went around that your quirk made you super good in bed and it had every guy chasing after you for the wrong reasons. He never hesitated to hit first and ask questions later when men cat called you in his presence.

Katsuki had always had a very special place in your heart. He had always been your protector as well as your biggest supporter. There were so many times he and Izuku had talked you out of quitting school. Every so often an article would circulate about how villainous your quirk was and how you deserved to be locked up. The pressure would eventually get to you and you would end up in one of their rooms pacing and holding back tears. They helped you learn to love your quirk, but Katsuki was the one who secretly worked with you on weekends to help you get stronger. He thought if he showed you that you were more than just your quirk you would finally stop listening to all the fucking gossip blogs.

You kept bouncing with excitement the entire time Dabi walked towards the front door. He paused a few steps away and gave your thigh a sharp slap. “Hey, quit that. If you keep bouncing like that, I’m going to drop you. Behave.”

You wondered what crawled up his ass. He was just praising you a few minutes ago and now he’s grumpy. There’s no way he could be that mad about Katsuki coming to visit. He knew this was going to happen. He was holding you when Katsuki promised as much. You understood that he didn’t really get along with most people, and Katsuki was honestly kind of hard to get along with in the first place. But that still didn’t give him the right to be so pissed about him being here.

Dabi opened the door but remained in the doorway, effectively blocking Katsuki from entering. “Can we help you?”

Katsuki had a duffle bag on his shoulder as well as a box at his feet. “You could start by letting me in asshole.” He looked at you and his scowl softened just slightly, “Hey dork. Think you could convince your chauffeur to get out of the way?”

You giggled and gave Dabi’s neck a pinch. Dabi responded by giving your thigh a pinch, “Eye for an eye brat. You want me to let him in? I think I deserve an entrance fee?” He pointed towards his cheek as if he was asking for a kiss.

Katsuki’s eyes traveled from where Dabi’s hand was firmly squeezing your thigh to where he was pointing at his cheek. They were furious. He was about to just shove his was through when you wrapped your arms tight around Dabi’s neck and leaned backwards. Effectively throwing his body weight off and giving Katsuki more than enough room to enter the house.

He quickly let himself in and made his way over to the couch where he dumped the box he was holding. “Alright so here’s your first care package.”

“Don’t see why it needed to hand delivered…” Dabi dropped you on the couch next to the box so you could rummage through it.

Katsuki quickly took the empty spot next to you, totally ignoring Dabi. “I brought you a couple new manga that I know you’ll like, and I think Deku added a bunch of pictures and shit from your old apartment.” He reached over you into the box and pulled out a shirt and you grinned ear to ear. It was an old All Might shirt that you had stolen from Katsuki years ago because you liked how soft it was.

He smiled and put his arm around you, “I thought you might like that. I hope you don’t mind I’ve been wearing it in your absence. So, it might smell like me.”

Dabi walked by grabbing Katsuki’s arm and casually flung it off your shoulder. Then without a word started going through the box. “Did you remember the bathing suit?”

You could hear Katsuki’s palm’s crackle with irritation, “Yes… I did. But don’t get your pervy hopes up. I got the most conservative one I could find.” There he goes being overprotective for no reason… well that wasn’t exactly fair he did have a reason. He had just found you in the most horrendous condition possible and immediately had to hand you off to a former villain who kidnapped him in his youth… so yeah. You decided you were going to cut him some slack.

“Well considering it’s for her fucking rehabilitation…she could be naked for all I care. As long as she’s comfortable and gets those damn legs moving.” Dabi could feel his temper starting to get the better of him. Considering Bakugo was known for having the worlds shortest fuse, he needed to keep his cool. He could not be the one to snap first.

“Oi! Don’t act like carrying her around is such a burden!” Bakugo stood up now squaring off with Dabi.

Dabi’s eyes flared but his voice remained even, “I never said it was a burden… In fact, I love carrying her around. However, I don’t plan on making it a habit because I want her to get better.” His voice dipped and got angrier, “And don’t you talk about her as if she’s not sitting in the same room as us! She can speak for herself…”

He looked at you and you gave him a pointed look. ~Calm down please.~

He took a deep breath and signed back, ~Trying~

Katsuki looked between the two of you with narrowed eyes, “When did you guys learn sign language?”

Dabi walked into the kitchen and started making dinner. If Bakugo wanted to make a house call, he needed to let him have his fun. He’d be leaving soon enough, he just needed to let the two of you be until then. “We started learning a couple weeks ago.” He pulled out two bowls because that’s how passive aggressive he is. If that asshat didn’t get the hint by the time dinner was ready, then he’d just have to sit there and watch you eat.

Dabi had to stop for a moment and contemplate this. Why was he this mad? Why did he actually care this much? You were obviously going to be close with the loudmouth. You’d known him for a long time. He needed to remember that just because you lived with him now doesn’t mean that you even want to be here. For all he knows you’re just tolerating him because you have to. It’s not like the two of you have lots of late-night conversations.

He looked over when he realized it had been pretty quiet and saw that the two of you were speaking in sign. His hands on yours helping you with a new word. “Okay so obviously you know sign too.”

Katsuki had a shit eating grin. “The doctors told my mom when I was young, I’d eventually go deaf due to my quirk. I’m basically fluent.” He continued to sit and teach you new words and damn if you weren’t happier than he had seen in the past two weeks.

Dabi rolled his eyes as he went back to making dinner. “Go ahead and teach her whatever you want. Be fucking useful for once.” Dabi continued to make dinner, shoulders tensing every time he heard you giggle.

Katsuki had his phone out and was showing you everything you had missed. “Okay so surprise, surprise, Deku and IcyHot are like a thing now.” He showed a couple cute pictures from Izuku’s private Instagram. The last one was of them kissing under an umbrella. “Kiri and Mina had a kid. Little rascal is probably about six months old now. He’s cute but his teeth hurt like hell.” He picked up his hand that had a tiny crescent shaped scar, which had you absolutely grinning.

He ruffled your hair, “Oi, you won’t be smiling when the brat bites you next.” He continued to scroll, “OH! I almost forgot the best part.” He turned his phone to you and showed you a picture of someone’s mug shot. “Fucking grape juice got arrested.”

Your eyes widened. You waited for him to go one when you realized he was waiting on you. He was giving you an opportunity to contribute to the conversation. ~Why?~

“Trying to buy a prostitute… Literally no one was surprised.” He looked back to the kitchen to make sure Dabi wasn’t listening. When he was satisfied, he pulled you closer into his side and threw his arm around you. “Hey, you would let me know if he was mistreating you right?” His fingers carded through your hair and his eyes roamed all your visible skin for signs of abuse.

You nodded your head and pulled your shirt further down, suddenly aware that you weren’t wearing pants. You had just gotten so used to it you had forgotten. He noticed you fidgeting, “He hasn’t touched you, has he? Because I swear to God I’ll rip out every single staple in his body then make him eat them.”

You leaned further into his to side to hide your blush. He most certainly had touched you. And you still hadn’t worked out how you felt about it. He hadn’t made any attempt to do it again beyond the casual touches when he carried you or when he helped you in the pool. He had made it a habit of sleeping in your room, but he always stayed on his side of the bed.

Katsuki must have taken your lack of response as a confirmation. “I’m going to kill him.”

You sat up straight and started shaking your head, ~No. No. Wrong~

“Wrong? So, he hasn’t touched you then?”

You gulped. Either way you answered was bad. You either told him the truth and he rage killed Dabi, or you lied to your best friend… Either way you were fucked.

As you struggled for an answer Dabi walked in and handed you your bowl of curry and rice. “Don’t worry I’ll answer that one for you, and stop at me at any point you think I got it wrong.” He took his seat in a recliner and took a bite of his meal. “So, we had a moment where something could have happened, but we stopped before it got too far and decided we were just being emotional and moved on.”

Katsuki’s hand started to heat up and crackled but you pulled on his arm to get his attention, ~Right~

He still looked angry, and maybe even a little hurt, which had you all confused again. He looked like he wanted to throw one of his famous temper tantrums. You knew how much it was killing him to not pounce on Dabi, “Keep your disgusting hands to yourself from now on. She’s been through enough. She doesn’t need you taking advantage of her!”

“You don’t speak for her!”

You clapped your hands to get their attention, ~Enough~ You gave each of them a glare and it was silent after that.

You took a bite of your dinner to avoid Katsuki’s eyes and was met with the most delicious meal Dabi had made to date. You cleared your throat to get Dabi’s attention. You pointed to Katsuki then your bowl of food and signed ~where~?

“I didn’t think a busy hero like him would have time to stick around for dinner.” He continued to pick at his food, “Speaking of which. It’s getting late. Hate to keep you from your super important work of dress up and make believe.”

Katsuki gestured to the duffle bag he carried in. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere tonight.” He was looking at you now. A look of concern ghosted across his face. “Consider it a wellness check.” He leaned forward and gave the side of your head a soft peck, “I just want to be sure you’re okay. I promised you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you and I intend to keep that promise.”

You felt yourself sinking into his familiar warmth. If there was anyone who felt like home, it was Katsuki. Sure, he was in the middle of a ridiculous pissing contest with Dabi at the moment, but you really couldn’t blame him. He’d always been a stubborn, territorial, asshole. But he was also kind he cared about you and for that you could forgive him.

“Whatever, just don’t get in the way of our routine.” Dabi stood up with his now empty bowl. “You know that law, eat every last bite. I’ll get your bath started while you finish.” He looked at Katsuki, “You can have my room… I’ll sleep on the couch.”

He didn’t even wait for a response as he left the two of you alone.

Katsuki visibly relaxed into the couch once Dabi had left the room. “What did he mean by law?”

You smiled as you pulled out your journal and opened it up for him. You pointed to law number seven. At first, he was pissed that Dabi would give you a new set of rules to live by, like you were some kid. But then he realized there wasn’t a single “law” on here that didn’t have your best interest in mind.

His eyes scanned over the rest. Chuckling at some silly laws like ‘Wake up whenever the hell you want’, and ‘No fucking shrugging.’ He had to admit that he also hated it when you would do that. It wasn’t that you were indecisive. It was that you knew what you wanted but you never wanted to speak up for yourself. Always willing to bend over backwards to make others happy. Never wanting to give anyone any more reason to dislike you.

His heart hurt at the laws that said things like, ‘No drugs’, ‘No locked doors’, and ‘Never say sorry for something that isn’t your fault.’

The law that had his blood boiling however was the last one, law number thirteen. ‘I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.’ He furiously flipped through the pages that came after, trying to get the idea of you ever giving Dabi consent to touch you out of his mind.

You had finished your food by now and stretched your muscles out. All in all, this had been a great day. You walked on your own in the pool AND Katsuki had come to visit. You were so tired you just knew you would fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Hopefully you wouldn’t have any nightmares.

You put your hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and used it to push yourself to your feet. You wobbled for a few seconds but otherwise kept your footing.

“Hey look at you! I thought you’d be too tired after what we did in the pool today, good job.” You looked up to see Dabi leaning in the hallway. “Your bath is ready. One for me, two for blondie.”

Katsuki scrunched his nose up, “Wha-“

You held up two fingers and Dabi nodded. “Alright looks like you get bath time duty today.” Dabi smirked when Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Don’t freak out. She’s gotten to the point where she can get in on her own and some days she can even get out too. You just need to hang out by the door in case she needs help.

You wound your arms around Katsuki’s neck, and he picked you up. His heart pounded as he followed Dabi to what he assumed was your room. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Hey wouldn’t be the first time we bathed together.”

You giggled and hit his shoulder. You knew he meant when you were kids. But you couldn’t stop the blush that took over you at the thought of him just hopping in the tub with you now.

Dabi tensed up as he stopped at the door to your room. “Alright… y/n you know the drill if you need me just yell.” He winked at you after his stupid joke and you flipped him off.

He walked back to the kitchen and opened his laptop. He started to go over tomorrow’s sign language lesson early. He’d never tell you this, but he does this every day. You were so much better at picking it up then him, he needed to do extra work just to keep up.

You signed ~Thank you~ as Katsuki placed you down next to the full tub.

“Okay… so I guess you just let me know if you need me by…?”

You shrugged as you knocked on the side of the tub. Part of you really didn’t want him to leave, even if it was only for a few minutes. You reached out and grabbed his wrist.

He gave you a curious look, but softened when you signed back, ~Stay~

“Does he usually stay?”

You shook your head, Dabi always insisted he had things to do and it was important you do some things on your own.

Katsuki took a seat on the floor with his back against the tub. Even with permission he was determined to protect your modesty. You slipped your clothes off and quickly lifted your legs into the tub. It was almost too easy now and you smiled at your progress.

You sighed as the water warmed your skin. Your hand reached for Katsuki’s and gave it a squeeze. You could see the tension in his shoulders as he squeezed your hand back before intertwining your fingers.

“Y/n… I -I know I’ve already said I’m sorry. But I still have this mountain of guilt sitting on my chest. You were… are… one of the most important people in my life. And I was so wrapped up in my own life I didn’t see the signs. I didn’t notice that something was wrong.” You could hear his voice crack as he tried to hold his emotions down. “I knew you went on secret missions that you couldn’t always talk about. I watched as you came back looking defeated and… and broken. I thought there was something going on, but I just kept reminding myself you worked with heroes… that I was just being paranoid.”

You felt tears build in your eyes and you were glad he wasn’t looking at you. You rubbed circles on his hand with your thumb encouraging him to keep going. He obviously had a lot he had been bottling up. “You know Deku and I went to your agency one day after you had been gone for a few months and all they told us was your mission was confidential, and we weren’t related to you so they couldn’t even tell us if you were okay.” He sniffled, “I went there every day after work and got the same bull shit answer. It drove me crazy.”

He took a deep breath to settle himself, “So we started asking about you. Started looking for you in all the underground trading routes.” A long silence followed as he got lost in the memories of looking for you. “It almost took us a year, but we finally found someone who had seen you. Some small-time villain whose quirk was invisibility. He had snuck into your agency to try and break his boss out. But when he found him you were also in the room…”

He didn’t keep going, and for that you were grateful because you didn’t want to hear it. You knew what came next and you didn’t exactly want to relive it.

“I’m so sorry. I failed you. I was supposed to protect you. I promised you I’d be by your side forever, and I-I-“

You pulled his hand towards you and gave it a kiss before putting his palm on your cheek. He hesitantly turned and looked at you with tears in his eyes. You activated your quirk and washed over him with feelings of love and understanding. You watched his eyes close as he shuttered. You may not be able to speak, but you could still communicate to him through feeling that you were okay.

You reached over and brushed a stray tear away and pulled him close to plant a kiss on his forehead.

When your bath was over, he waited for you to wrap yourself in a towel before picking you up and depositing you gently on your bed. You pulled the All Might shirt he had brought with him over your head, and crawled under the covers.

He had only wanted to lay there until you fell asleep, but he ended up falling asleep soon after you.

Dabi walked in hoping to tell you goodnight but found the two of you asleep facing each other. You under the covers, Bakugo on top of the covers. Your hands stretched out towards each other as if looking for each other even in sleep.

Dabi’s hands were glowing with livid flames as he left in a hurry.

He went straight to the abandoned cabinet that held all of the now off-limits drugs. He could take just one… you would never know.

He growled as he shoved the bottle back into the cabinet and slammed the door. Reaching instead for a bottle of whiskey. He went to the couch and poured himself a drink.

And that’s how you and Bakugo found him the next day. Passed out on the couch empty whisky bottle on the floor next to him.

Dabi chugged his coffee as his head pounded. He was no stranger to hangovers, but ever since you came to live with him, he hadn’t felt the need to drink that much. At one point in his life it had been the only way he could get any decent sleep.

He watched from his seat at the kitchen island as you and Bakugo made breakfast. The smell of bacon hit him and his stomach growled. Shit.

You could see his sour expression and when Bakugo wasn’t looking you stood from the chair you were sitting in. Dabi kept his eyes on you like a hawk. Watching for any signs you might fall. You stumbled but he remained still. He knew you were okay. The Island was right there if you needed to hold on to it. You were only a few steps away from him now. Arms stretched out and a smile on your face.

You knew this would cheer him up, and get him out of whatever shitty mood he was in. Only one more step and you’d be there. To this Dabi stood up and took a step away from you with a playful look in his eye as if to say come and get me.

Bakugo continued to talk, not even noticing you weren’t sitting behind him anymore. It wasn’t until the loud thud of you hitting the tile floor that he looked up. He immediately rushed to you while Dabi laughed.

“Why the fuck are you laughing? She could be hurt!”

Dabi just continued to laugh, “I’m laughing because it’s fucking funny. She’s fine.” He titled his head to the side. “You’re a tough cookie aren’t yeah y/n?”

You giggled and nodded. Dabi took you from Bakugo’s embrace “See she’s fine. I think you need to remember she used to be a pro hero. I think she can handle tripping over her own feet.” He stood up and sat you down in front of the laptop.

“Okay time to learn some sign language, looks like today’s all about food. Oh good, you love food.” He ruffled your hair before picking a piece of bacon off of your plate and biting into it.

The little back and forth continued the entire day. The biggest argument came later when it was time for the pool. You groaned and decided you weren’t in the mood. ~No pool~

Dabi rolled his eyes at you, “Yes pool. You even have a bathing suit this time. So, get your ass in gear.”

You crossed your arms over your chest in defiance. “Listen here brat. It’s the law. We work on getting your strength back every single day. No negotiations.”

Bakugo didn’t like the tone Dabi was talking to you in. “Oi, she’s not some puppet for you to boss around. She said she doesn’t want to so that’s it. Back off!”

Dabi’s eyes flared with anger, “You don’t have a fucking say in this. This is between me and her.” He looked at you again, “If you had asked nicely, I might have let this go. Just because we have a guest doesn’t mean you can disregard the laws and neglect the routine. Now be a good girl and let’s go put your bathing suit on.”

Bakugo stepped between you and Dabi, “Be a good girl? What the fuck is your problem. You don’t own her.”

Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose trying to remind himself why he can’t just fight the obnoxious asshole in font of him. “I don’t own her, but I also refuse to sit here and watch her wither away. We have laws to make her better, and I refuse to deviate. It’s clear I take her recovery more seriously than you do.”

Bakugo shoved Dabi back, “The fuck you do! This isn’t some rehab she checked into. You have no right to boss her around! What makes you think you know what’s best for her?”

Dabi was practically screaming now, “Because I’ve fucking been in her shoes, you ignorant ticking time bomb!” His chest was heaving now, “Did you ever wonder why I had to fake my own death just to get away from my own father… who was a fucking HERO! I’ve been poked and prodded and pushed past my limits. Except I didn’t have someone there to help me and I ended up in the League. Depressed, blood thirty, and hell bent on getting revenge on the so-called heroes that were so okay with a little boy practically killing himself every day just to produce the next number one.”

To this Bakugo didn’t have an answer. He’s heard Todoroki’s horror stories. He could only imagine what Endeavor had put Dabi through.

Dabi looked at you know eyes still furious, “I’ll make you a deal y/n. You put on quite the show this morning taking a few steps on your own. No matter how mad I am, I’ll never tell you that wasn’t a good job. But now you want to skip the very thing that allowed you to take those steps.” He walked out of the kitchen and took a seat in his recliner. “Make it over to me right now, with no help and we can skip the pool.”

With a determined scowl you pushed yourself out of your seat. Bakugo went to grab you “Y/n you don’t have to do-“

“Yes! She does, now let her do it. She needs this. Y/n you can do this. Now prove it to me and prove it to yourself.”

You took your first step, determination written all over you face. Step followed step and you had already walked further than you had this morning, but you were only about halfway there.

Dabi’s eyes were patient and his voice was calm. “Come on y/n. You can do this. You aren’t broken. There is nothing wrong with you. Just keep walking.”

You could feel the tension in the room stiffen. Bakugo watched you with his hands out as if to catch you, always your protector, always your safety net. But you didn’t need that right now.

Your knees started to wobble and buckle, and involuntary whine left your lip as you went down to one knee.

“Come on you can’t give up now. You’re doing such a good job. Now push yourself back up. I’m right here. Come on. Push harder!”

You felt a tear streak down your cheek as you tried to push yourself up but only ended up on the ground.

Bakugo was at your side in an instant but you pushed him away.

“That’s right y/n you can do this. I believe in you. I don’t care if you have to crawl. You’re so close.” You pulled yourself up enough to crawl across the rough carpet. You got up to your knees then slowly you stood.

Dabi saw the fire in your eyes and it sent a shiver down his spine. You were going to do this even if it killed you. It made him think about what you would look like in battle. If you looked even half as gritty as you do now he had no doubt you had strong men cowering at your feet. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he gave that back to you. That power, that strength, that untamable will, he knew was somewhere inside you laying dormant.

He got out of his recliner and lowered himself to the ground, “Come on your so close now. Keep going Y/N!”

With one last push you practically jumped into his arms and collapsed. Tears streamed down your cheeks, but for the first time since coming here they were happy tears. You did it. You walked all on your own.

He cooed into your hair as he rocked you back and forth, “You did such a good job. You did it. I knew you could. You can rest now. I’ll get you some ice cream. How does that sound. We’ll celebrate.”

You nodded as you clutched Dabi’s shirt.

Bakugo disappeared for a few minutes and when he came back he had his bag over his shoulder. He kneeled down next to you and pressed his forehead to yours. “I think it’s time I got back to work. I still need to take down the bastards that did this to you.” He smoothed his fingers through your hair and looked to Dabi, “I think you’re in good hands.”

He made his way to the door, “I’ll be back soon.”

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